Let's see... we can start with food from this week! On Saturday I voluntarily ate cuy. Do any of you know what cuy is? Anyone? Well it's guinea pig, of course! And it actually wasn't bad. Pretty gamey without a whole lot of meat. The only scary part is looking at it's poor little paw while you're trying to eat the meat off it's bones. But now I can say I've eaten cuy. :) This week we also had lunch with a member that's from la selva. That's the jungle... She always prepares some cool meal from the jungle. This week we had some delicious pork that straight up tasted like I was eating a slab of bacon. If that's what they always ate in the jungle, I'd be down to go serve there for a few months. But then she told us about eating monkeys... turtles... and snakes. And now I'm grateful to be here in Lima.
This week we've been working a lot with references from one of the young men in our ward, and they have been awesome. I really enjoy teaching the kids, because they use simple words. And they think we're pretty fantastic, so it's really fun to visit them. They have a group that is all going to church, mutual, and their own separate meetings in their houses to work on Duty to God. Right now we're waiting on permission for their baptisms from their parents. So pray hard for them, pretty please! Better yet, pray that we can find their families to teach them all together. Their parents are pretty hard to find right now.
I'm having a hard time thinking of anything else terribly exciting that's happened this week. All of the days just mush together...
One thing I have been thinking a lot about though: I'm not sure what you all know about Peru, but it's pretty dirty. Every day we get home and our feet are filthy. Initially I was pretty disgusted with this (well, I still am...), but it got me pondering a bit about Christ when he washed the feet of his disciples. I can only imagine how worn and dirty their feet were in the times of Christ. The fact that the Lord, our Savior, humbled himself to wash their feet, one by one, plants a charming image in my heart. Their days were long in the work of the gospel. I know that they had to have been exhausted at the end of every day. The work of our Father is hard, it's WORK. But at the end of every day we can be certain that our Brother is there to help us wash our feet...
Just a thought.
Les quiero mucho!