Saturday, March 16, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
2/27/2013
Saludos from Bolivia! We have been at the school for over a week now, and we are so thankful for God's mercies toward us, they are truly new every morning! Traveling mercies included! (details found below). Right now we are busy updating our electrical system and getting all the lines underground, thus eliminating a lot of mickey-mouse wiring and dangerous connections that usually produce two or three shorts annually that shut off our entire system and create fire hazards. Providentially, Dr. Spiva is here as the impetus for the upgrade project. He laid out the system and has been running the wire and bending and gluing pipe while the rest of us dig the ditches. My tool of choice has been a long-bladed hoe. Dr. Spiva calls it a "Mexican backhoe." It works the back at any rate. I find myself thanking God for the work I had splitting wood during vacation. The similar motion insured that digging trenches all day has not been such a shock to my system as it would have been otherwise! I am also thankful for the rain which keeps the ground soft. So far we have laid over 1000 feet of line! On Monday Dr. Spiva and Junior took the bus to Familia Feliz in Rurrenabaque to help them with some electrical work over there as well. Meanwhile Jerry has been remodeling for additional staff housing as we have another family of volunteers coming from Puerto Rico. (The same family that visited us for a month last year!) Scott and I helped him put on the roof sheeting yesterday. Classes don't start for another three weeks. Campus is still quiet. Staffing for this year looks pretty good. We have more returning staff than in any previous year that I have been here. We are only short a science teacher and boy's dean. Oh, and we need a farmer to get the agriculture program going… I think I mentioned that last time? If the farmer came on a tractor, that would be even better! ;) As always we solicit your prayers. We have a lot of hard work ahead of us, and our greatest obstacle is our own human nature. Pray for us that we will be converted daily and live in such a way so that the fifty-odd high school students and seventeen primary students this year will see Christ in His purity and loveliness and that their lives will be transformed. I am challenged but also take courage from the following promise.
"Heavenly messengers are sent to minister unto those who shall be heirs of salvation, and these would converse with the teachers if they were not so well satisfied with old customs and maxims, and the well-trodden path of tradition, if they were not so fearful of getting away from a certain line that keeps them under the shadow of the world. .--Manuscript 37, 1899, pp. 5-6. ("The Need for Consecrated Workers," March 21, 1899. emphasis mine)
What are those old customs and maxims and what is the well-trodden path of tradition in education? Where do we see the shadow of the world in our schools? I've been learning a few things about that lately, Lord willing I will be able to share more with you later. For now, let me just say that it is time to put everything on the table. It is time to examine all things in light of the word of God and hold fast only to what is good. It is time to be unafraid, and think and act free from the confines of the box where the world has stuffed education! It is time to move in faith and obedience to the principles in the divine words of revelation. If we do this, we will see the hand of God work for us in ways we never dreamed of. God has not changed. Why do we not see Him work for us in the same way he worked for his people in the scriptures? I believe the fault lies with us.
Our luggage this year consisted of three plastic boxes, four suitcases, and a couple of handbags and backpacks weighing in at over 350 lb. total: school supplies, books, wood-working tools, food items unavailable to us in Bolivia, and other goods necessary to a missionary teacher in a foreign country. Things, things, things! Oh how they weigh us down. Yet the knowledge of what they're worth made us willing to re-pack twice in order to take the maximum amount possible! I filled my carryon with books and other heavy items so I could keep the checked bags at the 50 lb. limit. So you can imagine my dismay when I noticed an announcement on our airline's webpage prohibiting the use of boxes! It was the day before our departure, and I feared all my careful packing had been in vain. But before going out to buy duffle bags to re-pack in, (our only other viable option since suitcases are just too heavy, cutting 12 to 15 pounds out of the allowed 50!) I resolved to confirm with the airlines. After three attempts and 45 minutes of waiting on hold, I was finally able to speak to a representative who told me that the box rule only applied to excess luggage. As long as the boxes were included in our two-per-person checked-luggage allowance, there would be no problem! Praise the Lord!
But the excitement for the day was not over. My computer decided to create its own miniature ice-age, freezing up so completely that I was forced to manually restart a total of five times. When I looked at the disk utility it told me that my hard drive is on the fritz and that I must back up everything as soon as possible. Great. So while I backed up everything to my external drive I called all the nearest computer repair centers to see if they could give me a one day turn around. No such luck. They were so booked with work orders that the shortest wait-time was a week. So my best option was to buy a new drive and install it myself. I had to drive Lyli to a last minute doctor's appointment that afternoon to have her MRI read, so on the way we would stop for some last minute shopping, and, necessarily, more things to pack that evening when we got home! (By the way, this was another miracle we had since last time I wrote to you. A good friend of ours arranged last-minute appointments just four days before we were to leave. We had x-rays done and were able to see a neurosurgeon who ordered an MRI which we had taken the same day! Best of all, Lyli's MRI looks good! Her spine is nice and straight and the neurosurgeon said whoever did her operation after the accident did a wonderful job and he doesn't recommend doing any further surgery! Wow! God answers prayer, people!)
Anyway, let me tell you that if excess luggage complicates travel, the right traveling companions can more than compensate! Too often I forget about the angels. (No, I don't refer to my wife this time: she is an angel, but she is not invisible, thank God, hence I forget about her less frequently!) During our entire journey from Oroville to km 30 in the northern jungles of Bolivia this year we seemed to enjoy the special providence of God.
On our way to the airport in the morning we got off a little late and Dad was worried we would not have time to get the bags checked and get through security in time. His anxiety was contagious, but as it turned out we were the first to arrive at the American Airlines check-in counter and were able to check and rearrange our luggage to fit a few more things in the checked bags. Dr. Spiva arrived next and checked our fifth bag as his second bag, helping us avoid more excess luggage fees. Once through security and at our gate, they announced our flight was full, and offered to check our carryon bags all the way to our final destination free of charge. While in Miami I was able to call and arrange for Richard to meet us at the airport in Santa Cruz. We were the last from the flight to go through customs, so they didn't even let us push the button to see if we'd get the red or green light. They just sent us straight to the inspection tables. But again, God was merciful and we had only minor complications. My wife had to tell one of the inspectors to repack the bag nicely, and another inspector wanted to keep my drill bit set because it looked new, but in the end they let me keep it.
In Santa Cruz Lyli and I went to SEGIP, the agency that does the national ID cards to continue the process we began before leaving in November. We were afraid we were going to have to pay out a handsome sum in late fees. Even though we had registered online before we left, they had never contacted us. We knew there was a forty-five day grace-period before the fees started to accumulate, and I calculated that those days had ended sometime in early January. So what was our great joy to find out that the forty-five day period was forty-five business days! With weekends, Christmas, New Years, Carnival, and a scad of other Bolivian holidays (they have a tremendous quantity of non-working days) we were still within the grace-period and didn't have to pay a cent! We arranged to finish the process in Trinidad on our way north, since the office in Santa Cruz had a two-week wait time to get an appointment, whereas in Trinidad there was same-day service for foreigner to process their carnets. (The department of Beni doesn't have much of a foreign presence) So the money I thought I would pay out in late fees was better spent at the conference office where I made a down-payment for a supply of books to use for colportuering this year! I should have a shipment arriving from Argentina in March, Lord willing.
We spent the weekend in Santa Cruz, and on Sunday Dr. Spiva was able to catch a flight to Guayaramerin with Uncle David and Herman on their way to Brazil to do some important paperwork for the airplane. There was no room on the flight for anyone else, so we decided to go by bus. Junior, Minerva, Alexandra, Scott, Min, and Yaneth were all in Santa Cruz as well, so we decided to travel together. Richard took us to the bus station Sunday night and we embarked for Trinidad along with 22 pieces of checked-luggage! When we were getting on the bus, my wife reminded me that we shouldn't put any of our hand bags up above for security reasons, so we stowed them all down under our feet. There was a foot-rest that folded over everything, and the space under our seats was sealed so the row behind us could not touch anything we stored there. I was carrying a hard-shell case with a video camera that had been donated to us, and it fit perfectly under my seat. We had just gotten comfortable when a disconcerted shriek sounded directly behind us.
"Me pelaron!* This can't be! It's impossible! My computer is gone! Somebody has robbed me! I put it right here, right above my seat just five minutes ago! And right now I was going to put my son's jacket up there and it is gone!" She continued jabbering, describing the computer, how she had just gotten it and it was still in its box and she couldn't afford another one and how could anyone have done such a thing and who could it be as she was certain nobody had gotten off the bus. There was a young man onboard who was not a passenger. He was carrying a baby and had been making supplication for food, money, or anything to help him and his child. There was no way he could be hiding the computer, but perhaps he had been able to pass it out a window quickly to an accomplice. The police came and the women insisted that everyone be searched. They never did find anything. The poor women breathed threats and curses on her robbers for a full half-hour as we began our journey. Eventually Scott decided to go try to console her. He, Yaneth, and my wife said a prayer with her and she seemed to calm down some. When we arrived in Trinidad, there was another officer who check everyone's bag while they got off the bus. I got off without my stuff to help Junior watch while they took the checked bags out from the storage space below the passenger deck. Once we had secured that, I boarded to retrieve my stuff, but Lyli and Yaneth were just getting off and they had grabbed my stuff. I momentary thought I should double-check to make sure they got everything, but I dismissed the thought. Lyli and Yaneth and I needed to get over to the SEGIP office pronto because Junior found out that the only bus out of Trinidad for Guayara that day would leave in two hours. Our plan was for Junior, Scott and I to take the bus with all the luggage while the ladies flew commercial to Guayara because we heard the roads were in bad shape so the bus ride promised to be long and miserable. I bought a bus ticket with the assurance that I could change it for another day free of charge in the event that I didn't get done at SEGIP in time to catch the bus.
At SEGIP the computer system was having problems and going was SLOW, despite the fact we were the only people in line, I began to fear that we wouldn't get done in time. I called Minerva who had gone to check on plane tickets for the ladies, and discovered that they had been able to buy the last three seats available. They would leave around 11:00 am, but Yaneth and Lyli would have to try to get a flight for the next day. At least they wouldn't have to rush now! It was now about 9:40 and Yaneth was finally done and the SEGIP lady was helping Lyli. Suddenly a thought snapped in my mind with such force that it gasped out audibly: "The camera!"
I hadn't seen it when we took all the stuff off the bus. I visioned it there, tucked away under the seat on the bus. Maybe it wouldn't be too late yet, maybe it would still be there. I breathed a prayer and called Junior right away. He and Scott had stayed with the stuff at the bus station. But when Junior looked for the bus, they had already driven it away from the station. He asked around and they told him to look at a parking place a couple of blocks away. He asked for the driver's phone number, but the company told him they didn't have that information. Weird. More likely they just couldn't/wouldn't give it out. When Junior found the parking lot, he spotted the bus, but nobody was around and everything was locked up. By this time it was about 10:10 and he called me to let me know what was going on.
"You may have to just come down here when your done and hang out until somebody shows up." At this point Yaneth and Lyli and I all had a prayer together and I surrendered the camera to the Lord. "God, I'm sorry for my negligence with the camera you gave to me. It's your camera. Please help us to recover it if it be your will."
It was my turn to get my fingerprints taken. Suddenly the computer system seemed to be working much faster and I was almost done when Junior called again. "I have your camera. Are you coming? The bus leaves in ten minutes."
"Praise God! Yes, I just have to sign and I'm on my way."
"Okay, I'll see if they can wait a few minutes for you."
And so it was that God helped us get done at SEGIP and recover the camera and catch the last bus to Guayara all in an incredibly short amount of time.
Junior told me later that right after he called me the first time the bus driver showed up. As it turned out, the police officer that was inspecting the bus had found my camera and wanted to take it to the station. The bus driver refused, insisting that whoever had left it would soon come back to look for it. Amazingly, the police officer acquiesced. But most amazing of all to me was that the driver hadn't just sold the camera off quickly to somebody. He easily could have told Junior that there was nothing on the bus and we would have had no recourse. For someone to return a lost item of that value in this country is practically unheard of! But God had put it in his mind to be an honest man. Or just maybe, the bus driver Junior saw wasn't really from around. Who knows? I plan to ask my angel some day. :)
To finish the miracle, Lyli and Yaneth got a flight to Guayara the next day and beat us there by about 12 hours. We had a bumpy road, but the bus never got stuck and we arrived with all the luggage in tact a total of nearly 48 hours after leaving Santa Cruz. And we praised God for his traveling mercies. They were new every morning. :)
*Literally, "They've pealed me!" it means the same thing as saying "Somebody's ripped me off!"
Saludos from Bolivia! We have been at the school for over a week now, and we are so thankful for God's mercies toward us, they are truly new every morning! Traveling mercies included! (details found below). Right now we are busy updating our electrical system and getting all the lines underground, thus eliminating a lot of mickey-mouse wiring and dangerous connections that usually produce two or three shorts annually that shut off our entire system and create fire hazards. Providentially, Dr. Spiva is here as the impetus for the upgrade project. He laid out the system and has been running the wire and bending and gluing pipe while the rest of us dig the ditches. My tool of choice has been a long-bladed hoe. Dr. Spiva calls it a "Mexican backhoe." It works the back at any rate. I find myself thanking God for the work I had splitting wood during vacation. The similar motion insured that digging trenches all day has not been such a shock to my system as it would have been otherwise! I am also thankful for the rain which keeps the ground soft. So far we have laid over 1000 feet of line! On Monday Dr. Spiva and Junior took the bus to Familia Feliz in Rurrenabaque to help them with some electrical work over there as well. Meanwhile Jerry has been remodeling for additional staff housing as we have another family of volunteers coming from Puerto Rico. (The same family that visited us for a month last year!) Scott and I helped him put on the roof sheeting yesterday. Classes don't start for another three weeks. Campus is still quiet. Staffing for this year looks pretty good. We have more returning staff than in any previous year that I have been here. We are only short a science teacher and boy's dean. Oh, and we need a farmer to get the agriculture program going… I think I mentioned that last time? If the farmer came on a tractor, that would be even better! ;) As always we solicit your prayers. We have a lot of hard work ahead of us, and our greatest obstacle is our own human nature. Pray for us that we will be converted daily and live in such a way so that the fifty-odd high school students and seventeen primary students this year will see Christ in His purity and loveliness and that their lives will be transformed. I am challenged but also take courage from the following promise.
"Heavenly messengers are sent to minister unto those who shall be heirs of salvation, and these would converse with the teachers if they were not so well satisfied with old customs and maxims, and the well-trodden path of tradition, if they were not so fearful of getting away from a certain line that keeps them under the shadow of the world. .--Manuscript 37, 1899, pp. 5-6. ("The Need for Consecrated Workers," March 21, 1899. emphasis mine)
What are those old customs and maxims and what is the well-trodden path of tradition in education? Where do we see the shadow of the world in our schools? I've been learning a few things about that lately, Lord willing I will be able to share more with you later. For now, let me just say that it is time to put everything on the table. It is time to examine all things in light of the word of God and hold fast only to what is good. It is time to be unafraid, and think and act free from the confines of the box where the world has stuffed education! It is time to move in faith and obedience to the principles in the divine words of revelation. If we do this, we will see the hand of God work for us in ways we never dreamed of. God has not changed. Why do we not see Him work for us in the same way he worked for his people in the scriptures? I believe the fault lies with us.
Providence on the road
"Angels have far more to do with the human family than many suppose. Speaking of the angels, 'Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth tot minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?'…Holy, ministering agencies of heaven are cooperating with human agencies to lead into safe paths all who love truth and righteousness. It is the greatest joy of the angels of heaven to spread the shield of their tender love over souls who turn to God…" Bible Commentary vol 7 pg 922Our luggage this year consisted of three plastic boxes, four suitcases, and a couple of handbags and backpacks weighing in at over 350 lb. total: school supplies, books, wood-working tools, food items unavailable to us in Bolivia, and other goods necessary to a missionary teacher in a foreign country. Things, things, things! Oh how they weigh us down. Yet the knowledge of what they're worth made us willing to re-pack twice in order to take the maximum amount possible! I filled my carryon with books and other heavy items so I could keep the checked bags at the 50 lb. limit. So you can imagine my dismay when I noticed an announcement on our airline's webpage prohibiting the use of boxes! It was the day before our departure, and I feared all my careful packing had been in vain. But before going out to buy duffle bags to re-pack in, (our only other viable option since suitcases are just too heavy, cutting 12 to 15 pounds out of the allowed 50!) I resolved to confirm with the airlines. After three attempts and 45 minutes of waiting on hold, I was finally able to speak to a representative who told me that the box rule only applied to excess luggage. As long as the boxes were included in our two-per-person checked-luggage allowance, there would be no problem! Praise the Lord!
But the excitement for the day was not over. My computer decided to create its own miniature ice-age, freezing up so completely that I was forced to manually restart a total of five times. When I looked at the disk utility it told me that my hard drive is on the fritz and that I must back up everything as soon as possible. Great. So while I backed up everything to my external drive I called all the nearest computer repair centers to see if they could give me a one day turn around. No such luck. They were so booked with work orders that the shortest wait-time was a week. So my best option was to buy a new drive and install it myself. I had to drive Lyli to a last minute doctor's appointment that afternoon to have her MRI read, so on the way we would stop for some last minute shopping, and, necessarily, more things to pack that evening when we got home! (By the way, this was another miracle we had since last time I wrote to you. A good friend of ours arranged last-minute appointments just four days before we were to leave. We had x-rays done and were able to see a neurosurgeon who ordered an MRI which we had taken the same day! Best of all, Lyli's MRI looks good! Her spine is nice and straight and the neurosurgeon said whoever did her operation after the accident did a wonderful job and he doesn't recommend doing any further surgery! Wow! God answers prayer, people!)
Anyway, let me tell you that if excess luggage complicates travel, the right traveling companions can more than compensate! Too often I forget about the angels. (No, I don't refer to my wife this time: she is an angel, but she is not invisible, thank God, hence I forget about her less frequently!) During our entire journey from Oroville to km 30 in the northern jungles of Bolivia this year we seemed to enjoy the special providence of God.
On our way to the airport in the morning we got off a little late and Dad was worried we would not have time to get the bags checked and get through security in time. His anxiety was contagious, but as it turned out we were the first to arrive at the American Airlines check-in counter and were able to check and rearrange our luggage to fit a few more things in the checked bags. Dr. Spiva arrived next and checked our fifth bag as his second bag, helping us avoid more excess luggage fees. Once through security and at our gate, they announced our flight was full, and offered to check our carryon bags all the way to our final destination free of charge. While in Miami I was able to call and arrange for Richard to meet us at the airport in Santa Cruz. We were the last from the flight to go through customs, so they didn't even let us push the button to see if we'd get the red or green light. They just sent us straight to the inspection tables. But again, God was merciful and we had only minor complications. My wife had to tell one of the inspectors to repack the bag nicely, and another inspector wanted to keep my drill bit set because it looked new, but in the end they let me keep it.
In Santa Cruz Lyli and I went to SEGIP, the agency that does the national ID cards to continue the process we began before leaving in November. We were afraid we were going to have to pay out a handsome sum in late fees. Even though we had registered online before we left, they had never contacted us. We knew there was a forty-five day grace-period before the fees started to accumulate, and I calculated that those days had ended sometime in early January. So what was our great joy to find out that the forty-five day period was forty-five business days! With weekends, Christmas, New Years, Carnival, and a scad of other Bolivian holidays (they have a tremendous quantity of non-working days) we were still within the grace-period and didn't have to pay a cent! We arranged to finish the process in Trinidad on our way north, since the office in Santa Cruz had a two-week wait time to get an appointment, whereas in Trinidad there was same-day service for foreigner to process their carnets. (The department of Beni doesn't have much of a foreign presence) So the money I thought I would pay out in late fees was better spent at the conference office where I made a down-payment for a supply of books to use for colportuering this year! I should have a shipment arriving from Argentina in March, Lord willing.
We spent the weekend in Santa Cruz, and on Sunday Dr. Spiva was able to catch a flight to Guayaramerin with Uncle David and Herman on their way to Brazil to do some important paperwork for the airplane. There was no room on the flight for anyone else, so we decided to go by bus. Junior, Minerva, Alexandra, Scott, Min, and Yaneth were all in Santa Cruz as well, so we decided to travel together. Richard took us to the bus station Sunday night and we embarked for Trinidad along with 22 pieces of checked-luggage! When we were getting on the bus, my wife reminded me that we shouldn't put any of our hand bags up above for security reasons, so we stowed them all down under our feet. There was a foot-rest that folded over everything, and the space under our seats was sealed so the row behind us could not touch anything we stored there. I was carrying a hard-shell case with a video camera that had been donated to us, and it fit perfectly under my seat. We had just gotten comfortable when a disconcerted shriek sounded directly behind us.
"Me pelaron!* This can't be! It's impossible! My computer is gone! Somebody has robbed me! I put it right here, right above my seat just five minutes ago! And right now I was going to put my son's jacket up there and it is gone!" She continued jabbering, describing the computer, how she had just gotten it and it was still in its box and she couldn't afford another one and how could anyone have done such a thing and who could it be as she was certain nobody had gotten off the bus. There was a young man onboard who was not a passenger. He was carrying a baby and had been making supplication for food, money, or anything to help him and his child. There was no way he could be hiding the computer, but perhaps he had been able to pass it out a window quickly to an accomplice. The police came and the women insisted that everyone be searched. They never did find anything. The poor women breathed threats and curses on her robbers for a full half-hour as we began our journey. Eventually Scott decided to go try to console her. He, Yaneth, and my wife said a prayer with her and she seemed to calm down some. When we arrived in Trinidad, there was another officer who check everyone's bag while they got off the bus. I got off without my stuff to help Junior watch while they took the checked bags out from the storage space below the passenger deck. Once we had secured that, I boarded to retrieve my stuff, but Lyli and Yaneth were just getting off and they had grabbed my stuff. I momentary thought I should double-check to make sure they got everything, but I dismissed the thought. Lyli and Yaneth and I needed to get over to the SEGIP office pronto because Junior found out that the only bus out of Trinidad for Guayara that day would leave in two hours. Our plan was for Junior, Scott and I to take the bus with all the luggage while the ladies flew commercial to Guayara because we heard the roads were in bad shape so the bus ride promised to be long and miserable. I bought a bus ticket with the assurance that I could change it for another day free of charge in the event that I didn't get done at SEGIP in time to catch the bus.
At SEGIP the computer system was having problems and going was SLOW, despite the fact we were the only people in line, I began to fear that we wouldn't get done in time. I called Minerva who had gone to check on plane tickets for the ladies, and discovered that they had been able to buy the last three seats available. They would leave around 11:00 am, but Yaneth and Lyli would have to try to get a flight for the next day. At least they wouldn't have to rush now! It was now about 9:40 and Yaneth was finally done and the SEGIP lady was helping Lyli. Suddenly a thought snapped in my mind with such force that it gasped out audibly: "The camera!"
I hadn't seen it when we took all the stuff off the bus. I visioned it there, tucked away under the seat on the bus. Maybe it wouldn't be too late yet, maybe it would still be there. I breathed a prayer and called Junior right away. He and Scott had stayed with the stuff at the bus station. But when Junior looked for the bus, they had already driven it away from the station. He asked around and they told him to look at a parking place a couple of blocks away. He asked for the driver's phone number, but the company told him they didn't have that information. Weird. More likely they just couldn't/wouldn't give it out. When Junior found the parking lot, he spotted the bus, but nobody was around and everything was locked up. By this time it was about 10:10 and he called me to let me know what was going on.
"You may have to just come down here when your done and hang out until somebody shows up." At this point Yaneth and Lyli and I all had a prayer together and I surrendered the camera to the Lord. "God, I'm sorry for my negligence with the camera you gave to me. It's your camera. Please help us to recover it if it be your will."
It was my turn to get my fingerprints taken. Suddenly the computer system seemed to be working much faster and I was almost done when Junior called again. "I have your camera. Are you coming? The bus leaves in ten minutes."
"Praise God! Yes, I just have to sign and I'm on my way."
"Okay, I'll see if they can wait a few minutes for you."
And so it was that God helped us get done at SEGIP and recover the camera and catch the last bus to Guayara all in an incredibly short amount of time.
Junior told me later that right after he called me the first time the bus driver showed up. As it turned out, the police officer that was inspecting the bus had found my camera and wanted to take it to the station. The bus driver refused, insisting that whoever had left it would soon come back to look for it. Amazingly, the police officer acquiesced. But most amazing of all to me was that the driver hadn't just sold the camera off quickly to somebody. He easily could have told Junior that there was nothing on the bus and we would have had no recourse. For someone to return a lost item of that value in this country is practically unheard of! But God had put it in his mind to be an honest man. Or just maybe, the bus driver Junior saw wasn't really from around. Who knows? I plan to ask my angel some day. :)
To finish the miracle, Lyli and Yaneth got a flight to Guayara the next day and beat us there by about 12 hours. We had a bumpy road, but the bus never got stuck and we arrived with all the luggage in tact a total of nearly 48 hours after leaving Santa Cruz. And we praised God for his traveling mercies. They were new every morning. :)
*Literally, "They've pealed me!" it means the same thing as saying "Somebody's ripped me off!"
Sunday, March 03, 2013
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