We're in a new place, apartment 201 on Brasilia 350 in La Molina (for those who want to check it out on google maps). It is a long, complicated story why we're here and not in the apartment on Melgarejo and Bogota or in the Temple apartments, but in short it is nice to be back in a neighborhood.
In terms of interior design and layout, consider an apartment organized around a single long hallway resembling a bowling lane. All things considered, however, it is a step up from the noisy place at Melgarejo and Bogota with its small kitchen, although I liked the Spanish colonial look of the other apartment better than this modern box style.
One of the reasons we moved was that, with Evie recovering from sinus infections, the apartment on Melgarejo wasn't ideal, especially when another (this one) on a quiet street with less traffic fumes was available. So, promptly after we moved in, they decided to demolish the building across street.
A nice thing about being missionaries is that members are really nice to you, because you are missionaries (they have great regard for the calling here in Peru). These nice people, as part of an YM/YW service project, came by one Saturday morning to help clean our apartment. The sister at the far left is one of the YW leaders.
Another senior missionary couple, serving in the temple, left for home, which required a party and entertainment for those on the Friday evening temple shift.
This is the primary practicing a Father´s Day song. The twins in the front row (boy with dark sweater and girl in pick dress) are in our class. (We teach a class for the English speaking kids). They are really cute.
The boy with blond hair in the middle row is also in the class. The tall girl right behind him is his big sister. She is not in our class. The blonde boy is looking at and getting ready to bother another boy in a white shirt who is already bothering a girl with dark brown hair.
The boy in the white shirt is from an Argentine family, who speak English (lived in Plano, TX for awhile) and are moving to India. That boy and his older brother, who is also wearing a white shirt and standing behind him and next to the blonde kid´s older sister, have been coming to our class to practice their English. The brown haired girl who is being bothered by the boy in the white shirt also comes to our class. Her father is a mission president and the family is from Brazil, but lived for several years in Florida. She speaks Portuguese and English, but not much Spanish yet.
Our lessons are the same as any other primay class. The class members, however, can be quite interesting.
We stopped by our legal coordinator's house to pick up some chicken from a "pollada" (another story) and, since we speak English, their son David wanted to show us that he could recite in English the names of animals from A to Z. This is David announcing the animal for "W." Courtesy of some earlier comments by Grandma Evie, the animal chosen was not "wolf" but "werewolf." (Note: "blanquirroja" jersey)
Dancing grand kids, check this out. This is Andrea (AKA Andreita), who had taken some ballet lessons, but is now taking "marinera" lessons. The marinera is Peru's national dance and there are marinera dance academies all over and a big national contest each year in Trujillo. This is a link to an earlier post with a clip of the dance towards the end of the post marinera dance clip . It is not a "free form" dance, but one with lots of specific moves that have to be learned and performed precisely by both dancers.
Andreita was just wearing her PJs, but put on her skirt to show us the dance. The skirt is actually really heavy, I guess because it gives the dancer better control. It is a courtship dance, but interestingly the two dancers never actually touch.
Evie (along with a few hundred other missionaries) welcoming Elder Stevenson to Perú.
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