September 2016: "The Georges in Peru"

This afternoon we said 'good bye' to Mia and she boarded a plane with classmates and a teacher for Lima.  As I write this, her jet should be escaping the surly grasp of the earth and hurtling towards Amsterdam on her way to begin her 3-month student exchange program in Germany through her school.  Yes, if you've done the math you see that we boys are home alone.  We can now slurp with our straws, forget dusting furniture and eat over the sink instead of setting the table.

This morning, Mia, Paul and I went to Yura, a village about 30 km from our house to "Trek to the Volcano", an event sponsored by the village.  We met the rest of the hikers at 8:30 and got on the stock truck to head out to the trailhead.  Someone with a farm background and really good skills at imitating cows and other barnyard animals weighed the risks of insulting the local culture's method of transporting humans and soon had the truck 'moo'ing and 'baa'ing.

This morning I took Juan (not his real name), a brother from our church that had his left leg amputated three years ago, to the hospital to decide if we need to amputate his right leg for non-healing wounds due to his bad circulation.  A friend's sister is in charge of the government-insured patients and she met us in the lobby and fast-tracked us to get Juan seen by a surgeon for his leg.  While waiting in the lobby, I saw someone wearing a Nebraska sweatshirt!