Inspired by reading the blogs of some of our friends who are currently serving missions elswhere in the world, we thought we would record some of the things we DON’T do.
Craig doesn't fix anything.
Craig doesn't go into any hardware stores to get anything to fix anything
Lesley doesn't drive to the supermarket. She tries not to even go to the supermarket (we love our little local shops)
In fact, we haven’t driven anywhere, let alone narrow country roads.
We don’t have to register a car, or fill it up with petrol, or drive it on the roads.
We haven’t visited centuries old castles in rolling green hills, just millenial old ruins in the dirt and dust of Perú
We don’t speak our native tongue and be understood by the locals (including the American missionaries)
Craig doesn’t eat his regular supply of Australian chocolate
Lesley doesn’t cook dinner (unless she really has to) - it’s just too cheap and easy to eat out and let others cook for us.
We don’t ever ever ever eat food off the side of the street - or drink water out of the tap.
We don’t ever leave the house without a pack of tissues with us - don’t ask.
We don’t breathe fresh air.
We don’t ever hear just silence, it's always noisy 24/7.
We don’t catch planes at decent hours - Lima airport is a 24 hour a day airport and the flights always seem to arrive or leave between midnight and 6 am
We don’t ever pick up the phone and take for granted that we will understand the person on the other end.
We never assume that tomorrow will be the same as today.
We don’t have quiet Sundays.
We don’t ever have nothing to do or nowhere to go (unless we choose not to).
We are never lonely.
We don’t have to worry about rain, snow, or even wind. Earthquakes are a different matter.
We don’t have trouble going to the national theatre for high quality performances.
We are comfortable and enjoing our experiences. Just like lots of things in life we are fine that we are not experiencing some of the things that others are.
Craig has spent his life around clowns of one sort or the other - he seems to attract them. So going to the circus and being humiliated by a clown is not high on his list of things to do given past traumatic experiences (insert raucous laughter by family members at this point). Nevertheless in a spirit of unity he accompanied the rest of the senior missionaries to the Grand Russian Circus that was visiting Lima. The performers were highly skilled (guess where ex-olympians end up), it was a good evening, and others were humiliated by the clowns but not us. Craig had some survivor guilt.
Circus season in Lima is interesting. There are three separate circuses all set up in the car park of a major shopping centre, literally next door to each other. We wonder if someone gets sick or injured in one, whether they run next door to borrow a performer as well as a cup of sugar?
P.S Congratulations to our daughter Marley and her fiancé Angus who celebrated their engagement party this weekend. We are looking forward to the wedding.