We have just come back to Huarez from our week in Utupampa. We had an amazing week. The view was incredible, maybe the most beautiful place I have ever been. Today, though, I am coughing up thick green mucous, and our team has been sick almost all week.
The view in Utupampa was awesome, but life there is very difficult. Most of the day the sun beats down, quickly crisping my skin. Then all of a sudden the rain and cold comes, and my hands and my toes go numb. We were told by some Peace Corps workers that the Quechua know to wash their hands, but hardly ever do. (sounds like me)
The kids here are so cute, and like kids everywhere, love to be tickled and hugged and thrown around. The only problem is the amount of snot these kids produce. If I poke a kid in the ribs, he is sure to produce a bubble in his nostril. Snot all over their faces and clothes. I just know that it is worth chancing getting sick or getting boogers all over me to show love to these children.
I also learned another Quechua phrase, which I got to use when I preached a couple days ago. Mi Qoo Shoon Tzu Piscata. No Comer los Mocos. Or Don´t eat your boogers, which I taught all the kids how to say.
