View From the Top

There was rain in the early hours of the morning, and it was predicted to stay around all day. This isn't a good day for it to come because Rich cannot use his crutches today, and the therapist said to take it easy and slow when he walks. As it turned out, the rain drops were sparse so we made it to work untouched by the dew. Rich did just fine walking. His leg felt really good.

I immediately prepared the last three boxes of mail and supplies to go down south to Tierra del Fuego and Rio Gallegos. There were 9 boxes to be picked up sometime today by a private delivery service. The mail takes up a great deal of the room. If a box from home is mailed to one of the missionaries, I have to put it in another box to send it. It just can't be forwarded in it's own wrapping. It needs to be sent to the District Leader over that missionary. Each leader passes out the mail and supplies to the missionaries in his district at zone conference time. So, needlesss to say, even though I want support from home for these young missionaries, I always hope the southern ones don't receive a lot of packages. It makes for a lot of work and organizing. Oh well, all for the cause, right?

Elders Valente and Paz were out and about with a hired driver taking them to do apartment things. Elder Nelsen took four elders to the Civil Registry in San Isidro to get their DNI (residency) completed. So, since everyone was gone except Elder Kroff and me, I was able to concentrate on my work and not be interrupted. It was great. I got some things done that had been sitting on my desk for a few days. I hope tomorrow proves to be a productive day too.

Elder Kroff spent the day paying some rents electronically, and then he took a remise to a Pago Rapido place to pay some facturas (bills). He thought it was silly to take a remise, but he knew his limitations.

We didn't take one picture today, so we thought we would share some from a couple weeks ago.

On the day of the Asado (BBQ) on the roof of our apartment building, Elder Valente took these snapshots of the city. One dwelling after another sandwiched in together.

In the demolition of this home, the brightly painted walls are exposed. Interesting!

Another view of San Fernando. There is no space between provinces, no flat land or stretches of uninhabited areas. It goes forever. We had two elders come from one of the outlying zones, the edge of the mission, today and it took them about two hours to arrive at the office. And, that is just in the North Mission. There is a South Mission and a West Mission in Buenos Aires.

The street on the left is Peron. It runs right below our bedroom window and is the reason we have to wear ear plugs at night. Cars, trucks, buses, motorcycles and more race down this street continuously. Peron starts at Tigre and runs up to the Capital, changing it's name three times before it gets there.

So, this is a birdseye view of our home away from home.