Sunday, March 20, 2016

Blog 45: December 28, 2015 to January 3, 2016

This is a great way to start a week.  We are going to Baao for their Christmas party.  We have three Christmas parties to attend before New Year’s celebrations on Thursday.  Baao did a great job.  We was wonderful to see our old friends and many new ones who have been baptized recently and some who are investigating.  The party started at 1 PM but didn’t get going until about 2 PM.  They call that, “Filipino time” and it means things will start an hour late.  The church leaders here are trying to begin meetings on time and make schedules important but it is a culture clash to try to teach it.

This is a picture of the youth and kids playing a timed event game.  They used a lot of toilet paper and had a lot of laughs. 



The sisters played a game where they had to tip their heads back and have  a cookie placed on their foreheads.  At the signal they had to try to get the cookie into their mouths without using their hands.  That was funny!


The men had to tie a balloon onto their back belt loop and at the signal try to break everyone else’s balloon while protecting your own.  The elders ganged upon me and cheated by using a sharp pencil to break mine.  The last two men took it quite seriously and it was funny!


Next, we were divided into three groups for a relay race.  We had to sit on a rug and pull outselves across the floor and back with out feet.  My new Ibayugan shoes gave me an advantage and our team won!!  I forgot to get my prize.


After the games we had to go because we had to get back to Naga for another choir practice.  Valerie didn’t go, she was beat by then. 

Tuesday morning the assistants to the president were informed that they cannot get driver’s licenses.  Elder Abasante has an license but has only driven a bike.  To accommodate them we traded our little Toyota Corolla for the full sized Hyundai van.  We moved our things from one vehicle to the next then went to do some business in the van.  It is big is very nice to get in and out of. 

On Wednesday we left early for the party in Cotnogan and did some business in Baao along the way.  President Oliva was at the door of the church and was so happy to see us although I think I was more excited to see him.  They are so happy and humble.  We got pictures with President Oliva and his brother and sister-in-law but Sister Oliva was busy in the kitchen.  


Naturally the party was packed with church and community members.  It was very exciting for the kids and many of them performed, danced, sang on the videoke machine and played many goofy games.  


At one point the sisters all danced to a Hawaiian tune and Sister Watson made me get up and dance with her.  They all made room for us to dance and we jived for them, although most of the Filipinos we have partied with are amazing dancers.


One unique game was this.  As a relay race each team sent their members up one at a time to stick their faces in a basin of flour until they came out with a coin in their teeth.  One little girl who is a special friend came over after and said her eye’s hurt!  Really??  


Everyone had a great time then the food came out.  We had sticky rice, cassava, and some kind of bread.  We appreciated it so much because to them it was a feast and they were so excited to share with us.  We love these people!  


On the way to Pili we passed an accident scene from two days ago.    A few people were killed.  The bus filled with people left the lane, crossed the other lane, ran up over the 10” curb, over the sidewalk, down a two foot drop and drove into a hut.  When we got these pictures the dog had been chained to the window frame and the chickens were roosting under the bus.  The roof of the house had gone through the windshield and the front of the bus was in the hut.  We don’t know how many were killed in the house or in the bus but people died.



It rained a bit on the long drive home in the dark and I had to get out and use my window cleaning squeegee to keep the glass clean but it was so nice to be above the headlights and not directly in their line of fire like in the Toyota.

We ran on Wednesday morning and when we got back to our apartment at about 6:30 there were people with two slaughtered pigs behind the church washing and scraping the hides and cleaning the severed heads.  They had the garden hose on them and were preparing to cook them for the Naga 3rd ward party tonight.  When we left for Cotnogan at about 10:30 AM the pigs were still laying on the concrete in the 34 degree heat, tenderizing!  We were too late getting home to attend the Naga 3rd ward Christmas party but we were worn out by then anyway.

Thursday was a business day and it rained quite heavily all morning.  In the afternoon the couples met at Hoopes for a lunch and gathering.  President and Sister Reeder left at 5:45 because the missionaries were on lock down at 6:00 PM.  


We watched a movie with Hoopes called the Cokeville Miracle.  In 1985 in Cokeville, Wyoming, not far from where Elder Hoopes was raised, a former sheriff of that county held the elementary school hostage and exploded a bomb that killed his wife and himself but not any staff or students who all had miraculous stories to tell of their rescues.  It was very inspiring.  We left their apartment at 8:00 PM and it sounded like a war zone with all the fire works and fire crackers.  I passed out at about 10:30 but Valerie was woken up by the noise at midnight and took an amazing video of the constant fireworks all over the city.  The sights and sounds were deafening (I slept through it) but saw the video she took and watched some youtube of it.  She finally quit at 2 AM but it was still going on.  They know how to party!
We crashed on New Year’s day.  I slow cooked a roast pork.  We had crackers and cheese, mushroom soup and Swiss bread, then roast pork, roasted potatoes and carrots with broccoli in cheese sauce.  We listened to soft music, while the fire bombs continued throughout the day. 

Saturday I washed clothes and tried to find the key that unlocks the emergency escape door on our second floor bedroom window.  I went through over 100 keys stored in the mission office below us but couldn’t find one that fit.  I wish I had my hand grinder or a hack saw here!!

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