Happy Friendship Day

Today was Friendship Day in Paraguay. It is a day when friends get together and celebrate their friendship. We should have been at school for this but we will celebrate there next week. Instead we were all invited to Marcela's house for a barbecue lunch. We also celebrated Mags' and Gwens' birthdays.

We arrived at about midday to find Carlos had started the barbie. There was lots of yummy meat emitting a wonderful aroma. (Of course I interfered too!)

Gradually people began to arrive and we all sat chatting and catching up with each other.

It was not strange that the females were "gassing" in one area whilst the males took themselves off around the barbie.

The sun blazed down on us and we welcomed it after the cold weather of the last few weeks.
Of course we all enjoyed stuffing our faces. Mags and Gwen received gifts. There was a hiccough when Marcela tried to light a candle on the deliciously sinful, gooey cake.

Later we were serenaded by Gustavo (a bit of a character) singing along to a Karaoke. It was hysterically painful, but we all laughed and joined in occasionally.

Now we all look forward to seeing each other again on Monday as the new term commences.

Winter holiday

Our Winter holiday finally comes to an end this weekend. It has been unusually cold, for much longer than usual, so that meant cancelling our trip to Iguazu. However, the enforced holiday this week, "due to the cold weather " has turned out to be a beautiful, warm and sunny affair. It has made up for two miserable weeks.
I was beginning to feel a bit claustrophobic, stuck in Asuncion, but Mags suggested a trip across the border to Argentina last week.
The nearest border crossing is only an hour and a half away by bus, but you need to be fairly fit and streetwise to do the journey. It was one of those unforgettable South American experiences.
The buses are very ramshackle. They come down from the Asuncion market and pass the end of our road. The bus was full when we got on so we had to stand all the way to the border. If we thought it was full when we embarked we were in for a surprise because all along the route more and more people piled on. We were like sardines and there was even one young lad hanging out of the front door. There are no health and safety rules here!
We set off and eventually crossed the bridge over the river Paraguay and turned to go along the other side of the river to the border. The last twenty minutes took us off the metalled road and along the bumpiest track ever, through thorny scrub Chaco, with palm trees waving in the wind. We were well-shaken, but not stirred, by the time we arrived at the border crossing. We passed through a small village of houses which were barely more than shacks, with pigs, chickens, and dogs, running across the road and all around us. There was also the odd cow in a garden, presumably for milk.
Eventually the bus stopped and we alighted, feeling pleased to be on firm ground and in one piece again. We wound our way through a sleezy market, selling a mountain of contraband, to the border post. We flashed our ID cards and received a tatty piece of paper allowing us entry for a few hours. In fact nobody batted an eyelid on our way back out of the country and there was no check. Several men could be seen carrying heavy boxes of goods through to Paraguay with no customs checks.
The town of Clorinda, in Argentina was a typical Chaco town. It was thick with sandy dust. Dust lay on the wide roads in the town centre and every time a car passed there was a huge cloud thrown up, which we found ourselves eating as we talked. Most of the shops were still closed for siesta when we arrived so we walked around the town. People were still eating lunch at 3.00.p.m.
Eventually the "supermarkets" opened. They were scruffy inside, with limited stock. We had gone looking for corn syrup, which we can no longer get in Asuncion. In fact we could not get it there either. I guess that the company must have gone bust.
We found some good cheese, which was cheaper than in Asuncion so we stocked our rucksacks. Comfort was also half price and washing up liquid and toothpaste so we more than covered our bus fares. (80p each way).
On the way back we were told to get on the bus at the front of a queue of buses. It appeared full so I yelled down the bus and asked if it was going to where we wanted to go and I looked for seats. Some Indian men pointed to some seats piled up with shopping and indicated to two ladies to move it and make room for us. I managed to get a seat at the front and Mags was just across the aisle. Soon the bus was full.
What a journey back. I bounced up and down on that seat and could feel all my organs being shaken out of place inside. There were no shock absorbers!
In fact we had a lovely journey back, apart from the bouncing, as the sun was setting and the light across the Chaco and the river was beautiful. As we journeyed people started to alight. Eventually the bus was nearly empty apart from huge boxes which had been hidden under the seats..... more contraband bound for the Asuncion market????

Compromise or compromised?

Well, the saga went on all weekend, with newspapers giving mixed reports. First they reported that all schools would all have to comply with the law and take an extra week of holiday. Next they published a statement from the Presidential office which said that Private schools had a choice to return to classes or not and that the decree had been a guideline. At St. Andrew's the staff were told to go into school for a meeting today.

Somebody was despatched to the Ministry of Education where the Minister of Education appeared and said that everybody had to take an extra week of holiday. Apparently those schools who had already returned were going to receive a phone call to stop work. We have yet to see this happen.

In the event it was decided that our school staff will go in for two days of preparation and the children will return next Monday. As a staff we are all happy with the compromise as it means that we will only lose two days of our September break, as opposed to all of it. I wonder what the reaction to this would have been in UK. The mind boggles.

To confuse or not to confuse?

Well, they have done it to us again this year. First thing this morning the Minister of Education made an announcement that due to the cold weather the school holidays for the state schools would be prolonged by a week but that private schools could choose whether to return on Monday. St. Andrew's staff then received notification from the director that we would all return on Monday, much to our joy. (Yes, I mean that! We have to prepare children for exams and we value the precious time that we have to teach them.)

At 11.50 a.m a decree was issued by the Ministry of Education, signed by the President to say that all schools, private schools included will have an obligatory, further week of holiday. A decree is a law here, so we have no choice but to obey the government authorities. It probably means that as last year we will be trying to bring together all the exams, which will probably be rescheduled, (or maybe not) and we will lose our much-needed September break. We will probably be called in as last year to provide the children with homework for a week, which of course they will not present on their return to school, if at all. You can guess at what we are thinking and feeling!

Winter hols!

So much for school holidays. We have cancelled our trip to Argentina and the Falls. It is warmer and cheaper to stay home.
The weather has been foul. We had forty-eight hours of rain when the temperatures plummeted. Yesterday I went out to get warm.
Today we are back to five degrees. There is no central heating in Paraguay so here I am
keeping warm Paraguay style!

Nostalgia

It has been lovely having the Trew family back with us. It has reminded us just how much we miss them. I lent them my guitar and they have made themselves useful. They have played for two services in the English-speaking church.
Last week we had an English staff sausage barbecue at Mags' and Gwen's house. This was to say goodbye to Lara-Clare Bordeaux and to welcome the Trews. It was a lovely balmy evening and we enjoyed a time of fellowship in the garden.
(you can just see me if you look hard..... or at least my foot with the black sandal... Ha!ha!)

Sharing God's Love

Today we had a visitor to the cathedral. Dr. John Forde was visiting from the United States where he has been a Bible College Principal. He spoke simply to us (through interpreter Pablo, from Bolivia) about accepting God's Grace and not trying to do things in our own strength. It was a word that I am sure hit home with many of us there.


Each time he said, "No but I am with you; that is all you need. My power shows up best in weak people." Now I am glad to boast how weak I am; I am glad to be a living demonstration of Christ's power, instead of showing off my own power and abilities. 2 Cor v.9

2 new faces in the congregation today were Mauricio (left)



and Bieto. They come from the Chacarita and a background of addictions. They are hungry for God's love and they enjoyed being with us in San Andres

After church we gathered for a sale of homemade food that we had all contributed.

Adriana collects the money to help the sick in our church to afford medicines.

Members of the Cathedral and the English church enjoy coffee, chat and lunch after the services.

Dr. John Forde and his wife Joan talk with Pablo (from Bolivia) in the beautiful sunshine.

Our humble friend Lorenzo busies himself at the grill cooking wonderful sausages for us all.

Natasha wonders what to choose to eat. There was a good choice.

Much Loved!

A week or so ago the ninth grade visited a local university to see how they breed fish. They returned to school with two rabbits which were living cooped up in the Laboratory here.




Today some enterprising youngsters were seen measuring and cutting chicken wire to make an enclosure for the rabbits to live in on the secondary patio during the holidays.

Footie fundraiser

Last week the ninth grade ran a very successful inter schools football competition over three days after school hours. It was for first and second graders taking part from several schools. The aim was to raise funds for a sofa for a local children´s home. They are now well on the way towards their target.


It was a well-supported, fun event and there were good, sporting attitudes between the participating teams.

A special time

This morning I set off to church as usual on a Sunday. I was in good spirit because the weather is so beautiful just now.
I had toyed with the idea of going to the English chapel this week because the Trew family were going to be leading the music. In the end I felt convicted to go to the Cathedral as usual.
We had a lovely service and Pastor Ronnie talked about storing up riches in heaven and not here on earth. It was a lesson that I had shared with his daughter's class on Friday in school, prior to reading them a story about a treasure hunt.
Today it was gift Sunday when we give two offerings. (We do this once a month). One is to help those in the church with needs.

As I sat down, from the corner of my eye I saw a new face. She was a very poor-looking indigenous lady. She looked very sad and lonely, so I decided to talk to her after the service.
When the service ended I looked for her but she had gone. I then decided to go home for lunch. As I left the church I literally bumped into her. I stopped and asked her where she was from. Before I knew it I found myself inviting her for lunch and rather hesitantly she accepted. This was an unusual event for me as it is not usually safe to invite total strangers home, here in Paraguay. One has to be careful.

We walked down the hill chatting and she told me that her name is Fermina and she had come from Makxawaya in the Chaco for a medical appointment at the Central Clinic on Tuesday. She had had to hitch a lift down last Thursday on a truck as she had no busfare. Since then she had been waiting for Tuesday to come around, with nowhere to go. She was staying quite nearby in some sort of hostel known by the Indians.

We arrived at my flat and I welcomed her in. She was a lovely lady and we chatted easily about ourselves and our respective lives and how the Lord had helped us. She knew Beryl Baker, a nurse in the Chaco and she spoke fondly of our last Bishop and his wife. I could see that she was a bit on edge so I made some terere (a herbal drink) and we sat talking whilst the lunch cooked. I felt so humbled by her presence.

After lunch she was not sure whether to go but again I felt that she should not be pushed away so I invited her to stay a while. I gave her a year book of daily readings in Spanish and she immediately wanted to read them all!!!
She carefully took out a pair of spectacles but it was soon apparent that she could not see the print. Suddenly she asked to use my specs. I told her that I had some old ones so she could try those, but I explained that they are variofocals so they may not be of use.
As she put them on it was like seeing a light switch go on. A big beaming, toothless smile spread over her face and she gazed around the room and then at the pages. Soon she was engrossed in them and she then dragged her Bible out of her bag. Her "Bible " was a New Testament in Enxtet language. (The Old Testament is currently in the process of being translated.) We were soon sharing the Word, she from her Enxtet Bible, I had my English Living Bible, with its notes and we were communicating in Spanish. We had a lovely time together and prayed before she left. I walked her to a familiar street and we parted. I felt that I had been privileged to meet her.
God is Good!

Well done Paraguay!

The Trew family arrived from Northern Ireland yesterday for a two week summer holiday with us in our winter. In fact the weather is wonderful at the moment, with sunshine and a lovely breeze.
We gathered chez Mags and Gwen to watch the Paraguay v. Spain match. Paraguay may have been beaten but we were still proud of the way that they played. They have succeeded in uniting a nation which had been in the doldrums and they brought a spark and a smile to the people.
THANKS Paraguay!