We managed to cross the Andes Mountains to go to the
Santiago, Chile Temple. What a
journey! We picked up the Warners, a couple from ID who are also serving here, in
Mendoza and started out at 9AM. It was a
beautiful trip and we reached an altitude of about 10,500 ft at the
summit.
We stopped along the way to
inspect the missionary pension in Uspallata.
So after about 4 1/2 hours we arrived at
the border which was backed up quite a bit and it was moving slowly. We really missed the days in the State Department of having diplomatic passports which always expedited these situations. After about another 3 hours of lines and forms, we
arrived at the last window where they told us we needed written authorization from
the church to bring the car out of Argentina.
What??? We already had permission
from the Mission President! We argued
with him but to no avail. We huddled up
and decided we would make the trip no matter what. So we headed back to Mendoza. The mission office Elders found out, after speaking to the Area Office in Buenos Aires, that we had to be
in the country a year (for what reason I’ll never know) before we would be
allowed to take the car to Chile. The
Elders ended up buying us bus tickets on a trip that left at 10:30 PM. After a sleepless night on the bus, we
finally arrived in Santiago at 6:30 AM the next day. We arrived at the hotel about 8AM and
crashed until noon. We got up and ate
lunch, did some shopping and made it to the temple in the afternoon. We were able to attend a session and then do some sealings for our Branch President's wife's family.
Santiago is a huge city of 6.5 million people
and is very modern and clean because they employ a massive workforce to clean the streets
in the whole city each night. It also lays claim to the tallest building in
Latin America, the Costanera Center, at 980 ft.
We went to the top and what a view!
The trip home Saturday in the daylight was much easier to take. Climbing the western slope of the Andes took
us through a section of steep terrain where we went through a series of 29 hairpin
turns one after another to get to the top.
We were at our branch president’s house the other day for
his birthday celebration. He had commented once on how much he liked Fred’s Duck
Dynasty tie, so he gave it to him for his birthday. Not sure he totally gets the whole redneck
thing but he liked the tie and wore it to church the following Sunday and to
our last district conference. While
we were at his house, Fred mentioned that his birthday was in March (marzo in
Spanish). Fred started getting text
messages on Tuesday (martes in Spanish) from some of the branch members wishing
him a happy birthday. He went to a
branch council meeting that night got a birthday greeting phone call after
which he announced to the branch council that his birthday was in MARCH not
November. President Polla took issue and
said that he understood it to be martes based on the conversation at his house
and that he was responsible for spreading the word. Martes, marzo, I suppose
you could get that confused easy enough.
Anyway they had a whole birthday party set up in the room across the
hall with a big cake and all.
Since we
had only been here a week and didn’t have any celebration for his actual
birthday we all decided it was just an 8 month delay.
It is garlic harvest time here. It is all done by hand and loaded on to slow trucks
that plug up the roads on the way to wherever they process the stuff.
They keep some of the harvest under plastic
in the fields for next years seed.
Spring brings a lot of agricultural activity here with the grapes and a myriad
of other crops. Can’t wait for all of
the fresh fruits and veggies!
Spring also brings lots of pollen which brought on Linda's annual allergy attack on her
throat and bronchial tubes. She had to
wear a mask and couldn’t venture out for 10 days. Fred teamed up with the Elders from time to
time and managed to get some work done until Linda could recover.
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