Monday, February 19, 2018

Tortillas for lunch

Yesterday after our first two meetings, some of our friends took us to a restaurant for tortillas.  As you may be able to see from the first (rather blurry) picture, tortillas here are not like Mexican tortillas.  They're basically fried potato cakes with cheese in them.  That's pork on top, and there's also a little bit of shredded lettuce to count as your salad.  It was quite tasty, but I still couldn't eat all five tortillas on my plate!  

Little Mister

Since we last studied with Etzer and Luz, they had a baby!  Little Brad Hilton made his appearance on January 28, a wee bit earlier than he was supposed to be born.  He spent ten days or so in the neonatal unit and is still on oxygen for another week or so.  Our presence didn't seem to impress him at all; he remained sound asleep the whole time we were there!  

We didn't ask how much he weighed, but I stuck a small hymnbook next to him for a rough size comparison.

And here he is with Mommy and Daddy.

Lost in translation

These pictures were sent to me from one of our visiting sister workers at convention time.  Her e-mail was titled "Signs and Wonders."  That seems to be a pretty accurate description.

It certainly does leave a person wondering! 

Perhaps this will clear things up...
Or perhaps not.

Finally, we're clear about the toilet paper issue, but this raises a few more questions.

Monday, February 12, 2018

Nearly the last leg of the journey

On Saturday when we were returning from Ibarra, I got out my camera and snapped some "out the window" shots.  I don't often do that anymore, but every once in a while, it's fun to play tourist again.

Do you see the little fellow playing near the back of the truck (and right next to the road)?

Car wash

We sell skinny carrots.

First police check for those leaving Tulcán

We have Bible studies every Tuesday evening back up this road a ways.

Friday, February 9, 2018

Migrating multitudes

In the past several months, the border crossing (from Colombia into Ecuador) at Rumichaca has been overcome by a swelling tide of immigrants from Venezuela.  I honestly wonder how many people can be left in the country when we see how many are leaving daily.  Often the lines at customs wrap completely around the outside of the building and more.  I'm sure some of these folks spend the entire day at the border since they have to wait in line to stamp out of Colombia and then again to stamp into Ecuador.  Then it's on to the bus terminal in Tulcán to wait in line for tickets and then transportation to either their final destination or the stopover point for the next leg of the journey.  Fortunately, we don't have to go through customs when we cross the border.  If we did, I think we'd have to request a redivision of field lines!  

Not so typical

Our Sunday lunch at Andrés & Milena's restaurant, Asaditos

Eli's fish with shrimp sauce

My filet mignon