Steph and I Go to Cusco

Steph had a few things she wanted to look for in Cusco, including bed sheets. We decided it would be nice if she could go herself, but she didn’t want to go alone.

We had the idea of asking Elisabet if she’d like to babysit for us. She was delighted to do it. So, yesterday just before lunch, we left the children in her care.

They had their Saturday cleaning jobs on a list to keep them occupied. We took Walter because we weren’t sure how he’d do. That turned out to be a bad idea in a way.

We went straight to the mall for our first stop to find the sheets. Steph wanted to find something with a high enough thread count to last awhile. But at the door they turned us away. No children allowed.

I drove a short distance away and let Steph out. She would do the shopping all by herself while Walter and I found a place to park. There was a nearby street with open parking spaces.

Steph was able to make several stops in the mall to find a number of things she wanted. She wasn’t able to get her whole list checked off because she couldn’t carry but so many things.

Walter and I sat out in the truck in the sun, getting warmer and hungrier as time dragged by. It was well into his nap time, but he couldn’t sleep. He was hungry and thirsty, and the city was too noisy.

He entertained himself by climbing around and looking out the truck windows. He especially enjoyed watching the people walking their dogs. Finally, he was exhausted enough that he wanted to sleep. I held him, but every time a car would go by or a policeman would whistle, he was up again.

At last Steph was ready. She brought food for us. We drove across town, found a place to park, and ate. Then I walked up to Serpost.

I’ve checked the post office every time I’ve gone to Cusco over the past eight months, but we’ve had no mail. Today was different! We had a stack of mail.

The earliest piece was postmarked on March 5. That’s a long time to wait for mail. A number of pieces included church story papers from Christian Light, but we also had a letter from a friend.

From there, we went first to the LΓ­der store to buy cake supplies. I held Walter at the door while Steph was inside. That gave me a chance to watch the hundreds and hundreds of people milling past. Cusco was full. Despite signs posted everywhere calling for up to six feet of social distancing, we were back to the shoving and bumping shoulders of Peru from a year ago.

From LΓ­der, we went to OriΓ³n. There children weren’t allowed, neither bags nor backpacks nor hats and so on. Only you and your money.

We decided Steph would walk back to the truck while I ran in to find a few things. I had to buy a bag to carry my groceries out, but I was soon out again with what I wanted.

I caught up to Steph as she was coming out of a coffee shop she’d found open. Not only did she have a hot coffee for me, but she’d also found ice cream for herself. That worked out well.

Back home, the children were overjoyed at the story papers and the contents of the letter. Miss Ruth had sent them each a sheet of stickers. Christmas in October!

It was certainly a strange day. Steph said she was disappointed that the only chance we’ve had for a day alone since January(?) turned out this way, but there was nothing for it. I think Walter had the roughest day of us all, but he didn’t complain too much.

Quarantine life in Peru.

Here we go.
Here we stay. It was very warm in the truck.
Social distancing?
Reading a letter from a friend