After breakfast I waited for Jose Luis and the bus to
take me to Aramasi with Diego and Doña
Celia and the teenage girl's house.
Easter is a special day there where they show all the weavings and folks
come from all around to buy them. I
thought I would buy something for Susie and maybe others.
Things were running on Bolivian time. About an hour after he was supposed to
arrive, we found out that he had been in an accident. Everyone was OK, but the other driver was supposedly
a drunk police officer.
So, Susana asked if I wanted to go to her church and I
agreed. We met in a home between La
Morada and La Villa. It was the first
meeting of a new house church. There
were about ten people. After
introductions, the pastor spoke from the beginning of Acts. He explained how the people were constantly
in prayer and met in each others' houses.
Amazingly, I could understand almost everything he said. A few words I had to look up in the dictionary
on my iPhone. I got more out of a sermon
in Spanish than I often do in English. It
was great to have been there.
I came back to La Morada for lunch.
After lunch, Susana, her husband and daughter, Doña Celia and two of her
daughters, and I took a drive to a couple of the nearby towns. The first one, Tarata, was a quaint, rundown
town. It had a beautiful central plaza
with a large church that was unfortunately closed. The second town, Cliza, was relatively new
and bustling with activity on its market day.
There were people and houses under construction everywhere. Supposedly, much of the nicer housing on the
way out of Cliza was being built by people retiring from Spain or with drug
money. It was a very interesting
contrast and probably says a lot about Bolivia.
Unfortunately, the day’s change in plans means that I did
not get to buy any weavings at Aramasi and I did not get to a store. So, I have no gifts for anyone. In the evening, I read and started
packing. I really am looking forward to
being home.
No comments:
Post a Comment