I´m a missionary!

Today was our hardest day so far. We got up this morning and headed out to Tusini Grande on our bikes. We definitely didn´t realize how far away it was, but as the kilometer markers kept passing, we began to realize what we were in for. All together, one way from Lampa to Tusini Grande is 9 kilometers, or over 5 miles. At around 6 km away from Lampa, Wade´s chain broke on his bicycle again. As we were trying to walk it on into Tusini Grande, a man stopped to try to help us and rigged the chain using my camera strap. Unfortunately, about 50 feet down the road, it came undone and so Wade had to walk it the rest of the way. When we got to the village, we told the teachers of the school what had happened, and also that we wanted to tell a Bible story to the kids if they would allow us to. One teacher called all his kids in and let me and Wade have at it, while they tried to fix Wade´s bike. David stayed outside with the other kids and played soccer and basketball with them. I read the creation story in Spanish to the kids in the classroom, and Wade talked to them about the story and asked them questions. The kids laughed at us a lot, especially when Wade tried to pronounce all their names. I think it went well though, for our first time, and in the middle of the story I was thinking, ´Wow, we are doing what we came here to do. We are being missonaries.´ It was a crazy but very cool feeling. when the story was over, we taught the kids a few words in English (hello and goodbye) and then went outside to play. All the other kids were crowded around David, laughing as he read from his Spanish phrasebook. Then the boys started playing soccer and I went to play volleyball with the girls. After being out of shape and pedaling 9 kilometers and having less oxygen to breathe because of the altitude, I was a little worse then usual. Those little Peruvian girls sure can play though. I mean, 7-10 year olds kicking my butt. It was sad. After Wade´s bike was fixed, we said goodbye and promised to return. On the way back to Lampa, we stopped for lunch (crackers and water), and then with only 3 km left toward Lampa, Wade´s chain broke again, and so we ended up walking our bikes back into town. We were exhausted when we finally got back to the hostel. I collapsed into bed, raising a big poof of dust from my jeans as I did so, and took a good nap. I got up a little while later and took my 2nd shower in Lampa. After dinner we came back to the hostel to chill out and reflect on today. David and Wade played a little on the guitar, and I learned two chords: D and G. I figure I can learn to play at least a little in two months.
To anwer some previous questions: I haven´t seen a taco yet, and Quechua is the language of the ancient Incas, still spoken widely around here.