Sunday School on Easter Sunday
Woah. I don't think I've written a blog since Noah's 1st birthday...It feels great to be back, now that we have internet at home. (We're still working out some kinks with the Vongage phone - sorry if you've tried calling) I am grateful that Michael has been so dedicated in keeping it up. Right now, Michael is likely soon to arrive at the base camp of El Misti, our friendly volcano, after hiking all day. He, along with his guide and 3 other guys, are hiking up to the summit (about 19,000 feet!) tomorrow before returning in the late afternoon. Noah and I are holding down the fort at home, trying not to miss Daddy too much.
This week has been a bit busy, as Michael listed some of our activities. I came home early from language school on Thursday not feeling great and was able to rest for the remainder of the day. Concho, thankfully, was already watching Noah, so it felt great to really rest. Friday I woke up back to normal!
Noah loves his broom!
Last night Michael and I had the opportunity to go on our first date since we've been here. Concho's niece, Carol, came and watched Noah. They apparently had a great time! She said he fell asleep giggling to himself. We went to a free concert at the Cathedral in the Plaza de Armas featuring a French community chorus singing the Faure Requiem. The place was packed, so we stood along a wall, and while we couldn't see the performers, we could hear them perfectly and take in all the ambiance of the softly lit, colonial cathedral. Being a free concert, there were ALL kinds of people there. Everyone from the poor to the rich and everyone in between. I love how the arts bring people together in that way. While it wasn't quite Kennedy Center quality (the chorus was accompanied by a keyboard rather than an orchestra), Michael, especially, enjoyed hearing the familiar work, live. We decided to walk around the plaza when it was over, but we got to enjoy the remainder of the program from outside. They were broadcasting the performance on a large screen in the plaza. We heard an Argentinian guitarist and singer, a Peruivan group playing the classic Andean flutes, charrango, and guitar, and then an Andean Mass performed by another chorus. Most of this second part we heard from the balcony of one of the overlooking cafes as we enjoyed our postres (desserts). Indeed, it was beautiful and romantic, but what sacred moment would be complete without our neighborhood trash truck making a few turns around the plaza amplifying it's reoccurring tune of "Fur Elise." How I'm loving Peru!
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