We pass by one little mangy guy everyday on our way into hospice. He has short hair, white w/ black spots and deep brown eyes. He appears to be all by himself. He struggles to walk and has big droopy ears. His head never rises very far from the ground and he seems to barely keep his legs underneath him. Someone has put a cardboard box out with straw for him but still in the street so I doubt he really belongs to anyone. Dogs that have owners are usually taken in at night. We keep thinking each day is his last but this is his second week. I look for him each morning. If he makes it to adulthood, with all the cars and other rough dogs in the street it will truly be by the grace of God.
I had some nice moments this week I like to refer to as snapshots of my life in Peru. I received a beautiful spontaneous hug from a Down's child who was playing in the streets. He skipped up to us arms open-wide and just embraced me and another co-worker. In a funny snapshot - I saw a bag that must of had some live cuy (Ginnie pigs) in it for cooking because it was on the ground rolling and moving around by itself. The owner was probably not far away - it made me laugh.
I am enjoying my new found Spanish. I will need to start applying myself soon so that I continue to learn and develop but enjoying the fruits of my labors from April. I have a garden to work in now too. The man we had hired to clear out all the overgrowth did a nice job while I was in Lima. Many thanks to my housemates who managed it all in my absence. Not much further to accomplish at this point in the season other than weed things but lots of that to do. I hope some of the plants survive the winter (which is more like fall) and then take off in the spring.
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