Saludos a Nuestra Familia y Amigos

I know that it has been awhile since the last entry and those that check regularly are probably tired of the old entry, perdóneme por favor.

We sort of pride ourselves in how we have created a routine that we can follow and it gives a certain amount of order to our lives. A certain portion of our weekly schedule is allocated to visiting people that we see regularly for ecclesiastical and missionary purposes, we have a regular meetings for capacitación(training), presidency meetings (Hermana Whitney is now the primera consejera en la Mujeres Jovenes distrito presidencia), noche de misiónals, baptisms, ect. ect. ect.

Not found in the white missionary handbook of rules and regulations we find one night a month for “date night,” on which we do not book appointments. Instead we make some popcorn and sit down in our theater room and watch a movie. Before you get too excited about our theater room it is the same room we do everything else and our movie screen is our laptop computadora and a small set of speakers that we bought for about $30, notwithstanding it is our theater room.

All movies here are pirated movies and cost about $1.20. We get movies that have just hit the theaters in America, that it the good news, the other news is that some of them are video taped in a theater and you can actually see people get up and go get refreshments, ect. You just never know what quality it is going to be until you get it home. It makes it that much more interesting.

I know what you are thinking, “Wow, is that ever exciting. They are really living on the edge.”

Last week we were in Quilmana to support Elder Parker and Elder Sardon and make some visits with them. These two Elders are highly motivated and very motivation missionaries that have been given a big assignment to stimulate this area that had been closed for about 8 months. While we were there we did an apartment inspection to assure that they were in acceptable quarters, comparatively speaking, and we found their electric shower head was not installed. When we asked why it was not installed we found out what we expected and that was that they had the neither the wherewithal or knowledge to get it done. Later we decided that for our next service day we would take care of it for them. So this past Thursday we set out to Quilmana with our tool box, a Book of Mormon, and our good intentions.

A book of Mormon, por qué? Because, we had made an appointment to meet Sandy, who is one of our contacts, at 10:00 in the Plaza de Armas in Imperial to give her the book.

Now, we have made this trip many times, in fact we would call it routine for us in fact we had been there the night before to talk to a young couple that were to give us a commitment for their wedding date, which we did get.

Trust me this all comes together. Really!

The trip is straight forward we take a combie to Imperial, walk two blocks through the Plaza de Armas, and catch a colectivo taxi that drops us at the missionaries apartment, simple. The combie picks us up at the front get of our community and usually takes about 5 minutes to where we get off, but not today. The roadway into Imperial divides into two one way streets, one coming and one going, and as we were approaching the point where it divides we could see that there was some sort of trouble in the traffic. Some vehicles were stopped, others turning around and scattering. The bus slowed down then suddenly veered up the wrong way on the one way street with the pedal to the metal. As we turned we could see through the side windows that there were mobs in the street throwing rocks and bricks. (This is the part that is just like in the movies)

We got about a block and half up the wrong way where the traffic appeared to grid locked, we could see the trouble and hear the gunfire at the other end of the street and I started thinking that we would be better off on foot and hot foot it out of there. Debbie was in the jump seat in front and I said to her, “let’s get out of here.” She jumped out of the door and about as quick as she got out so did the cobrador and pushed her back into the seat and the bus jumped forward through the traffic.

They took us another two blocks and let us out where there was no trouble.

Now we had a some concerns that we did not have when left home that morning, Sandy was to be waiting for us at the Plaza which was one block closer to the tumult, we had four missionaries that we could not be sure of there whereabouts, and just how much trouble was there going to be?

Oh yeah, our cell phone was not working! Go figure.

We realized that we could pass by the meeting place with Sandy on our way to the missionary’s apartments so we took off on foot. Sandy was waiting for us, grabbed us and the book, and looked straight into our eyes and said get out of here you are white and they are killing people over there in the next block. Dramatizing, she put two fingers to head like a gun and then pushed us down the street away from the trouble. It was okay with us as it was the right street that went straight to both missionary apartments.

We found both sets of missionaries were not in their apartments and one of their landlords told us that they had left for there service project which was out side of town.

At that point we were satisfied that they were likely alright and there was nothing more we could do except a quick prayer for their safety.

We hustled through the streets to where we knew we could catch a combie to Quilmana.

Once on the bus we started to calm down and got back to the tranquilo day we started on.

Elder Parker and Elder Sardon now have hot showers and a shower curtain.

When we got back to Imperial that afternoon things had simmered down, the riot police were still geared up and present, and we discovered that although shots were being fired no one was killed. We also found out what the disturbance was about, construction workers from San Vicente were taking jobs in Imperial away from union member there. I guess we were lucky here because in April or May the miners in the south got mad about the same thing and 16 people went missing, really missing.

Just a comment about our friend Sandy, she lives in Lima but travels around selling gloves, socks, toques, scarves ect. in public squares. She has children that are members of the church, even has a missionary out but because of her common law relationship and inability to get married is not in a position to receive all the blessings that her family enjoys, todavia! The Book of Mormon was for a friend that she is sharing the gospel with. I think I sense a deeper message somewhere in that.

Not every bus trip is exciting in the same sort of way but they can be exciting in a different ways. One bus trip that we took back at the end of July was with 39 young single adults to a conference in Nazca. Nazca is about 6 hours south of where we live and famous for a number of things like the Nazca Lines, if you don’t know anything about them Google it, it is interesting. We did not see the lines as the are best visible from the air and travel in small charter planes is surprisingly against mission rules(which the President frequently points out that I breaks too many of.)

The first known civilization in the area dates back to 400 years B.C. and we are including a few cool pictures of what we saw.

Aside from spending three days with all the YSA in the district we also got to spend some time with Elder and Sister Jones the mission couple from Malad Idaho that serve in Nazca/Marcona district. I marvel at the impact that they are having in their area and they are a real testimony to what a couple can do in the mission field, it is miraculous.

We are a little jealous of the winter weather they have there because everyday is sunny and hot with cold nights but I would not want their summers which are exceedingly hot day and night.

We had another exciting bus ride just yesterday and it was yet another type of exciting but none the less thrilling. A few weeks ago, while skirting around another rule, we met a really great lady working at the G__f Cou_se in Asia. In the course of our time there Hermana shared some of our message and gave her a brochure and asked if she would like to receive the discussions. Friday we went to her home in Mala with Elder Ponciano and Elder Scoefield, who work in Mala.

Gracia and her husband (married) live just a few blocks from the casa capilla in Mala. We had a great visit with her, she has a deep testimony of Jesus Christ and knows that her current church, although good, is missing the mark. She not only had read the brochures but knew them and had researched her questions. Although her husband follows “the traditional church” is less interested in religion he is very supportive of her. What a special experience it was for us share our common beliefs and the message of the restoration.

Now that is excitement!

Here is our photo journey of the past few weeks.

It was a little weird to say to the elders, okay let's get into the bathroom to take a picture but Elder Sardon and Elder Parker were more than happy to show off their new 220 volt shower. (My daughter-in-law Melissa would be so proud of my handy work here.)

Gustavo and Nati are our friends in Quilmana that will be getting married in two weeks. They are a really neat little family and although we will not be here to go to the temple with them in a year we know that they will make it.

Debbie says that my teaching has a similar effect on both the young and the old.

This was at a family home evening (noche de hogar) that we had in a members home. The two hemanitas in the middle are Kati and Nancy neighbors of the familia Taya where we were visiting.

A couple of weeks ago we were waiting for the Sister Missionaries to go to an appointment and we saw these two boys trying to guide this young bull. It was true slapstick comedy, at first they had one rope and boy behind and one rope and a boy in front. The bull charged at the boy in front and then there were two boys behind being drug by the bull. When the bull stopped and the boys dusted themselves off they assumed this position, pulling the bull. A moment later it was the previous position with the bull pulling the boys.

This was the our group of Jovenes Adulto Solteros (YSA) as we were awaiting the bus before our trip to Nazca. Oh how they like to dance!

Valle las Trancas is a valley of tombs dating back to 400 years B.C. where thousands of tombs with mummified remains have been uncovered.

A few of us standing over one of the larger tombs, grateful to be out of the sun.

The tour guide, who is one of the JAS members in Nazca, pointed out that all though they have tried to make sense of all the findings it is just conjecture as there are no records and their are no descendants of this civilization. In this tomb there were many mummified bodies of babies, back left. because of the hot dry conditions they have been preserved very well and on of the things that was most interesting was their hair was still intact. Note on the mummy in the center that male pattern baldness was a problem back then as well.

In some instances their braided hair was more than 6 feet long. One tomb that was of the pre-Inca era had mummies with blond and brown hair leading to some interesting conjecture.

These remains were in a small museum that is on site in the valley.

Elder and Sister Jones took us to see some aqua ducts that were built by the Incas more than a thousand years ago to bring sub surface aquifer water up hill underground to irrigate the fertile ground in the valley. They are still effectively used for that purpose today.

This water comes underground from high in the Andes Mountains. Chains of these duct systems are found throughout the area. It is amazing that they could find the water so far below the surface and without mechanical pumps lift it to the surface. The water is supposed to be as pure as you can find on the planet so we drank it.

And a good time was had by all.

Some missionary mayhem at the zoo park in Quilmana. I made them promise if they would take us lunch I would not show the picture to the President.

What are the crazy people doing now?

Preparation day chillin at the mini Machu Pichu.

When I said out to lunch I really meant it and so they took us to the pensonista where she had prepared a very special lunch for the whole zone. Great food, great friends, and a great work!

Thank you again for taking the time to read about our adventures in our little part of Peru. We continue to be amazed at the experiences that we are blessed to have and for the people we are blessed to meet. Please feel free to drop us a quick note and let us know how you are doing.

Los Whitney Gringos en Cañete

Saludos a Nuestra Familia y Amigos

We have had a busy couple of weeks since the District Conference and the last blog entry and I have to admit that some of it has been more fun than work and the work has been more fun than work. The pictures tell the story best so that part we will leave up to the them (the pictures).

In the last issue I mentioned that we were having district conference and our concerns about how it would turnout. To say the least it was a rich out pouring of the spirit and I know that everyone that participated was blessed by it. Oh, that is not to say that we did not have our wrinkles because we did but all in all it was fantastic.

Our concern about the possibility of people not fulfilling their assignments was realized, five speakers did not turn up for their assignments, three of which were assigned to a meeting that I was conducting. It turned out fine as President Manning was speaking and he always needs more time that is allotted. People even said that they understood my talk which was surprising but gratifying.

Saturday activity of visiting members that I had been worried about went very well. The Imperial branch was a little light in attendance but San Vicente was very well represented and a lot of families were visited and some excellent training was given by the mission.

The Sunday session of conference was exceptional and very well attended with a total of more than our combined sacrament meeting attendance. It was great to see the Mala branch arrive on large bus with 68 members attending and a strong contingent from Quilmana. After the meeting Hermana Whitney gathered together a number of the families that we have assisted in one way or another to get married and we have included a photo.

Immediately after the district conference we left for Ica, which is about 2 hours south of Cañete, for another conference with the other couple in our mission. We had couple of very beneficial meetings and lot of fun. (Pictures to follow.) We stayed at a Hotel type of resort called Las Dunas which a beautiful oasis in a huge barren desert. It would not hurt my feelings to stay there again, it is beautiful, many activities, and great food. We don’t want to give a bad impression of us or sound dirty but we were able to have our first bath since we left home. We were supposed to keep this a secret, but I can’t, we even went swimming with the president.

This last week in most of our meetings we have been sharing a message about the crossing of the plains to the “largo salado valle” and bearing testimony of how much we owe to those early saints and sacrifice they made. I have always referenced the pioneers of the church in Peru of which we have a few of in the district.

Notwithstanding I have been surprised by how little of our pioneer heritage is understood and appreciated away from the center of the church.

My heart strings always get a little tight and my vision gets a little blurry when I contemplate the sacrifice of the early saints and my ancestors made. I think of the hardships of crossing the plains, the handcart companies, the cruel elements, scant food commodities, and the hard labor. Not to mention the religious persecution and opposition to beliefs.

Early this morning, while I was doing the laundry up on he roof top, I was contemplating the reasons why the sacrifice of the early saints seemed to be lost on many of the people here. As I look down to the roadway I saw the usual line of Peruano quad X 4’s (four, 4 legged donkeys pulling carts) going to the fields to collect the first loads of yucca and the vendors pushing their carts to the mercado, which they do seven days a week. I then looked out to the field to the south where they were already picking cotton by hand and then to the field to the north where the fields were planted and harvested by hand and ploughed by horse or mule with a single blade plough. Many sleep every night on a dirt floor and/or in an enclosure that has no roof and running water is what is poured from a bucket or bottle. They always have washed their clothes on a scrub board next to the irrigation ditch.

With complete respect for my pioneer ancestors, whom I am forever indebted, it just maybe that their story is a hard sell in third world countries where their experience sounds like just another day to them.

For reasons other than Pioneer Day this week marks a couple of other milestones for us. The first and most important is that it is Mother Gibbons birthday today, she turned 90 years and although I might kid her ask how it was crossing the plans I won’t. I will just wish her a great big

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM”.

After the District Conference Debbie got some of our families together that we have been able to a part of their lives and have get married. We have been the "testigos for all of their weddings." The other point of interest is the banner behind them, this was the greeting sign for attendees at conference. Some habits die hard.

This is Las Dunas in Ica Peru, we stayed here for two nights during our conference in Ica. This oasis is lush and green and is in the heart of the the 4th driest desert in world. This hotel caters to foreign visitors and the rich and famous of Peru.

One of the claims to fame of this region of Peru is the high quality grape vineyards and the making of Pisco Wine. This is wine press that dates back about 200 years. Sure is a lot different than stamping the grapes with your feet.

Monday morning we went riding in the dunes and the proprietor of the "tube buggies" place had a box full new little puppies. Fortunately there is a mission rule prohibiting pets or I think this little fellow would have found a new home. The compound at the dune buggy place serves a campground of sorts and was being inhabited by a group of students from Israel that had been there for week sandboarding (snowboarding only on sand).

We were a little more adventuresome and went riding in this tube buggy. The presidents daughter and friend, Hermana e yo. It was thrill your socks off kind of fun and the operators was a lunatic. No seriously!

This is the lunatic and his enjoyment in life is scaring the daylights out of people. The word dunes does not do justice to these sand mountains where nothing grows and it is sand as far as you can see. We rode down the hills laying on snowboards, you can only imagine where you found sand. By the way, our lunatic will be 80 years old in October and attributes his long life and good health to driving fast, eating well, and loving his work.

Sand, beauty, and beautiful sand!

This is the other buggy that took the scenic more tranquilo route through the dunes. When we left the hotel in the morning it was down right chilly but buy the time we got out in the sandy the sun was intense and the sand hot. Precisely why it is one of the driest places on the planet.

A captive Condor which lives at the Ica Airport and it's wing span is wider than most to the planes there.

I know this looks like a golf course and is at the hotel. It was nine holes of fun but the longest hole would be about 6o yards so since we were the only ones playing we decided that we would play to the furthest flag regardless of which hole it was. We zig zagged our way around and made the most of it.

All good things come to an end and we went back to reality. One of the other benefits to Ica is they have some actual supermarkets and we took our cooler so that we could take home some fresh meats and other hard to get commodities.

Wednesday morning was a national strike and couple a thousand marchers went past our home to the Plaza de Armas where the other marchers were congregating for some peaceful speeches. Nice that it was peaceful for a change.

Thursday we were back to breaking rocks, literally. As a zone we went to Mala to provide service for some families that trying to have a sewer line put into their urbanization. If they can provide the trench the municipalidad with make the connection and install the pipe.

Using pick axes, bars made from 1inch re bar, and hammer and chisels we went to work breaking the granite blocks that we uncovered. Then we carried the excavated material away on rice bags.

The old timer in the upper two pictures managed to use one charge of dynamite to loosen some of the rock before the neighbors came unglued. I understand their point of view since they already have their sewer.

Saturday it was back to the other kind of work and we were back in Mala to a double baptism.

Which means we got to go to the beach again. This is new spot that is much calmer than others we have used for baptisms but we have great news from the Area office this week and we will soon have a new portable font in Mala.

This picture of love birds that we saw at the ocean was too precious not include especially because of the great work they do and example they set for us and the members in the district. Los Reich!

Monday night we had family home evening at the home Juana and Michael and the four children that live at home. Christian and Aylen we have known since we arrived in Canete.

Aylen and Hermana are preforming their castigo for losing the game that we played after the lesson. We have found that fun is a major component of family home evenings, should have discovered it earlier, like 35 years earlier.

Wednesday was a busy day. In the morning and afternoon we were shopping with people from the Area Office for a site to build a new chapel in Mala, regular appointments for training in San Vicente, and in the evening out to Quilmana for noche de misional. This is in the casa capilla in Quilmana.

The program in Quilmana has really picked up since we have Elders there again. Elder Parker and Elder Sardon have really made a difference and when I say a difference I mean a difference to the people that live in Quilmana. We love visiting and support the missionaries and members there.

Juana and Michael(his real name is Florencio, ya me too) on their wedding, which was yesterday. We have really come to love this family and have been so blessed to be a part to there progress and transformation.

We have never been fingerprinted so much, which is a good thing, before we came to Peru. Most legal documents here require your finger print and everytime we do this we get to. In an interesting sort of sense you could say that we are signing away other peoples lives. I hope they never hold it against us.

Not withstanding that is almost impossible to get people to smile these two were honestly excited about getting married.

Tonight we were able to see them baptized taking that entry step toward becoming an eternal family. Tonight Juana bore her testimony about how she became converted and because she was not married could not be baptized and could not take the sacrament until she was. She told how it seemed like it was going to be impossible because Florencio did not want to get married and even if he did they could not manage to finacially. She fervently prayed daily for change and help and how her prayers were answered.

This weekend also marks the midway point in our mission, it does not seem real that we have been here that long and in other respects it seems like we have always been here. Weird isn’t it.

The young missionaries have strange traditions when the reach their halfway point like burning a shirt or a tie, I wonder what their parents who have to buy that stuff think of that? We aren’t burning anything but I have been saving one new pair of trousers and couple of shirts for the second half so that I have a few fresh things to finish with.

We often have to remind the young missionaries that when we are finished we don’t have to go home and worry about who we are going to marry or what school we are going to go to.

But we do have to worry about where we are going to live and where we will work when we do get home.

Thank for reading this edition of “YOU ARE IN PERU NOW” and if you feel so inspired post a message or send us an email and let us know how you are doing.

Los Whitney, Gringos in Peru

Saludos a Nuestra Familia y Amigos

It has been so long I don’t know where to start, I think not knowing where to start is why people don’t start things. Think about it, what stops people from starting their family history work, planting a garden, spring cleaning, or blogging.

Proving my point I wrote the first paragraph, above, 6 days ago.

We have been preparing for District Conference for the last week and I had never realized how much should go into those preparations. I was writing the Mission President about the preparations, answering his questions, when it dawned on me how much we need to rely on people to do what they say they will do. That does begin to be a concern for me because culturally people here always tell you they will do something even when they have no intention of following through, they just don’t show up. They don’t want to disappoint you in the moment that you ask them but for some reason it is okay later.

We will hold the Saturday meetings at the capilla in Imperial and the Sunday meetings in Cañete. The Sunday attendance for the conference is usually around 400 people which about 20% more than our combined Sacrament Meeting attendance and in any event is three times what any of our buildings will hold.

In order to seat everyone a large tent structure will be erected on the sports court/parking lot and everyone will be seated outside. It is winter here and it is cool and moist so outside will make it a little chilly. In reality only a little colder than inside as the buildings have neither heating or cooling systems.

Saturday Morning all of the leaders in the district and the Mission are going out to visit menos activos (less actives) and enfermos (sick) members. We have a goal to visit 100 families in there homes in two hours. We hope to have 40 companionships visiting. The math works but the logistics are challenging when you realize that only the Mission President has a car and the rest will have travel by foot or public transportation. I went out two weeks ago at the same time of day with the Elders Quorum President in Imperial and we visited 5 homes/places and managed to sit down with one family and arrange on be-back visit.

By the way I cheated on my talk, I wrote it in English and took it to Adriana to translate it.

Wish us well!!!

Back before New Years we became acquainted with a member that we met at his place of employment, we knew of him and know members of his family. He is a return missionary that had come home and had a few problems and consequently his membership is in abeyance and as a result was feeling bitter about it.

When we met him his job was going to expire in two days and because he would not be working that Sunday we invited him to attend church that Sunday, he did. We have been visiting him weekly for several months now and have really enjoyed watching his progress. Our first goal was to get him to come to church regularly, the second was to get him to read his scriptures, and then stay to the full block of meetings. He has been doing really well at all of these.

By meeting weekly, reading with him, praying with him, and really getting to know him we have been able to see him change. This has been a powerful learning experience for us and we have learned how important it is in these types of situations for these members to have a friend and an advocate. By knowing him well we were able to assess what his needs were for him to continue to progress and return to full fellowship and we were able to have his disciplinary counsel reconvened to consider his improving situation.

We have been able to see what he viewed as a hopeless situation converted to a brightness of hope and anticipation. What a blessing it has been for all of us. (P.S. Debbie is now trying to get him married off. She never stops.)

On the topic of returned missionaries getting married, it is a problem here just as it is at home. We have 7 returnados in the Imperial branch and it is a concern not only the church but of Debbie’s. She is constantly in their faces about it and quizzes them weekly about what they think of this hermana or that hermana. One of these (Raul) serves in the District Presidency with me and I was explaining to him how we served in Young Single Adult ward and that that had been a focus in our lives and it was hard let it go. He now goes around telling the others to watch out that Hermana Whitney is trying to get them married off.

One of the things that makes us the most home sick, and there are a few, is when we send off missionaries that have completed honorably and successfully their missions. It is hard for the mind not to turn to warm thoughts of home, family, and familiar things. (Not to mention driving a car, sleeping in your own bed, Costco, and fine dining.) So it was as we said adios to our friends Kay and Karen Cleverly who served in the Peru Lima Central Mission. They have been a real testament to how much good a Mission Couple can to do for the mission they serve in and how important couples are to the work. (Even our niece Bridget Lunn who went home Wed. the 7th from her mission in Calif. made us a bit homesick, cuz we know that her mom will be fixing all kinds of delicous food.)

We were the fortunate benefactors of their well stocked pantry of impossible to find food commodities and three sets of Phase Ten Cards. We divided bounty with the other two couple in our mission, everything except the cards.

Not everything we do revolves around food however this night it did. This was our farewell dinner with Kay and Karen at one of their favorite restaurants "La Tranquera." This is a steak house where the prices look like you were buying the whole cow but the steak looked like you were getting it. The penguin in the back is one of the proprietors and is a member of the church. You have never met a more attentive server.

Incahuasi is an archeological site near Lunahuana that we visited on one our prepartion days. It's origin is pre Incan however under Inca dominion it was second only in importance and stature to Machu Pichu.

We all boarded a combi and waited for the rest of seats to sell. When it was taking too long I told the driver that we were all missionaris for the church and he had two choice he could leave right now and we would preach a little or he could stay and we would preach to him a lot. With this eager lot he could have been real trouble.

"Just a second this ain't no ruin!!!"

This is!

The site is divided into three parts. This is a part of the garrison which during times of need housed upwards of 30,000 men. This picture is taken from a top of the adjacent "sacrifice hill" where the alter to the gods other than the Sun God received their offerings.

This is at the Sun God Temple site and this our tour guide and head of the Incauasi preservation society. He clamed and I have no reason to disbelieve him to be a decendant of the Incans.

These are friends Florencio and Juana and their four children. Christian, next to me, and Ailyn next to Debbie, were the first members of the family to accept the gospel. Tomorrow we will take Juana and Florencio to the municipalidad and on July 23 they will be married and the July 24 they will be baptised

Last Saturday we went with this small group of Adulto Solteros (YSA) to the Temple in Lima. I had gone early in the morning on the bus and met Los Reich on the way. Debbie followed later in the car with Juan Carlos, Adriana, and the children so that we could celabrate Adriana's birthday.

This was perhaps the happiest moment Adrian had on this trip.

Birthday lunch was at Tony Romas at Jockey Plaza and whole crew at Tony's got into act.

Jockey Plaza did not have enough shopping for these two so we went to LarcoMar in Miraflores where we were introduced to a whole other side of Lima and Peru. We will definitely be visiting here again.

The mall overlooks the ocean with serval restaurants that have terraces that open to the ocean view. We have seen this dashing couple before. We were left thinking how far this is from where we spend our days and we are not just talking about kilometers.

From another angle.

Mean while back at the farm, or in this case the casa capilla in Quilmana. We had to make an emergency stop at El Banjo at the capilla and Debbie caught this happy church goer trying to break through the back door to the capilla.

This is the backyard at the capilla and this chanchos home. See what I mean about how far Miraflores is from Canete.

Looks like another little piggy making its way up to the trough.

Just like Debbie is putting an end to the mould that was culturing to our living room shades it is time to put and end to this issue of 'WERE IN PERU NOW" and say adios until next time.

Remember, the shortest distance between two points is not always a staight line, sometimes it is just an adjustment in attitude.

Los gringos in Canete