I guess here in Perú they have kind of a weird tradition to wear yellow on New Year's to bring money and happiness into the New Year. So we saw a lot of yellow propaganda in the mercados.
A word to all of my pyromaniac friends: you ain't got NOTHIN' on Perú. We thought that the fireworks were nuts on Christmas. Well, no. They weren't. They were actually nuts on New Year's. I feared for my life as we hid in our apartment. It's funny because a lot of people told us that fireworks are illegal here. Well, I guess the police don't actually do anything here because you would have thought it was midday with all of the lights in the sky. A few of our neighbors burned life size doll/scarecrow like things. And then they threw other fireworks into the burning scarecrows and laughed as they spewed in every direction. How terrifying, no?
We changed PDay last week to Wednesday so that we could actually have people to teach (everyone was pretty drunk on Wednesday...). We went as a zone to a park called Sinchi Roca. They actually have GRASS! And we saw some animals and rode some swan boats and took pictures with Animarboles. Those are trees cut into the shapes of animals. It was really exciting. I took a picture with a tree llama. It might be the only picture I get with a llama in my whole mission.
We had a baptism on Saturday with a little girl named Milene. It's kind of funny... we taught her in the area of one set of Elders, and my leaders from another ward baptized her. So between three pairs of missionaries, we got her in the waters of baptism. It was sweet. Her brother is visiting from the States, and he just got baptized last month. So they were all excited.
Last thing for the week: We ate freaking goat liver yesterday. I'm not sure how many of you have tried goat liver, but I don't recommend it. We kind of wanted to die. Our new phrase for Perú: Aquí nos dan comida que yo daría a mis perros. Yeah.
Happy New Year, peeps. :)
As always, lots of love and hugs!