The rest of Monday

Random shots on our way to and from...

Trici-motos

(the most common form of taxi service in many smaller Peruvian cities, it seems)

We went to the "cuarto del rescate" in the center of town, but it was closed on Mondays.  More on this later, since I did get to see it when I was back in Cajamarca toward the middle of the rounds.

The office with general tourist information next door to the cuarto del rescate was open, so we stopped just long enough to take our pictures with the Inca.  He's a pretty tall fellow!  Incidentally, in real life, all his ornamentation would have been pure gold.

Plaza de armas

 After our morning of touristing, we went to don Gilberto and Sra. Gregoria's for lunch.  Their daughter, Verónica, is on the Peruvian staff.

The potato "cellar"

Peruvians eat LOTS of potatoes (at least in the mountains, which is where I spent all of my time).

Table set for ten

(don Gilberto, Sra. Gregoria and Jhordy, their youngest son, us four workers and Juan Carlos and Gladys and two children)

My plate

I got to share my testimony after lunch for the first time (of many) in Peru.

GianFranco and Jhordy in their school uniforms

Despite their age difference, they get along famously.

Time for a brief siesta after lunch before heading to the airport to see don David off

He was flying back to Lima to end his South American Special Meeting tour with three weeks of meetings in the south part of Peru.

The whole crew

After leaving don David at the airport, Pilar, Celmira, Celmira's niece, Rosa Elia, and I made a quick stop at the El Quinde shopping center for a treat and to look around.

Pilar, Rosa Elia, Celmira

Monday supper was Chinese take-out brought in by Ofelia, one of the young friends in Cajamarca.  As proved to be typical, we ended our time together by singing some hymns.  "We can choose any hymn we want!  We have Kamela."  I heard this repeatedly while in Peru.  We don't think about this so much at home, but in places like Peru (and Ecuador) where really no one knows anything about music, they basically have to stick to the few hymns they know in every meeting.  The only time they're really able to broaden their "hymn horizons" is when someone is present who is halfway musically inclined.  

And thus ended another lovely day in the land of the Incas.