I had no idea what was going on. It was late. I was wet. It was our first day in Utupampa, and after meeting with the leadership of the church, playing with kids, and preaching without preparation, I was exhausted. I knew I would feel better with some sleep, and really was in the twilight zone mentally.
Linnea had already been near tears all day, as we were trying to figure out where we would be staying, and for Linnea, it is part of who she is to have the stability of setting up our beds. All day long we had waited. When we finally were shown where we would be staying, it was an abandoned mud brick builing. I am not sure if it was a barn or a house. The floors were mud, it was all mud. We watched as the men tried to wire some light bulbs for us.
My american entitlement was coming out. I looked at this mud cave, and knew how Linnea would react. Rodolfo and I were trying to figure out how to make this cave comfortable, as he would be sleeping 15 feet away from us, separated by honesty. We had no bathroom, and the only available bathroom was 2 football fields of soggy mud and cow pasture away. I asked for a bucket. Again. Luxury is a bucket and holding a blanket for Linnea for privacy.
I looked up to see if I could hang my tarp from the ceiling to form a ´room´. I put my hands up into the ceiling. Then a flash lit up my vision. Something had hit me or bit me, I had no idea what it was, and I crumpled onto our bed. As I lay there, I realized that my arm had hit a live wire.
Linnea and I wondered if this was a foreshadowing of the week.
