Sunday, December 21, 2008

Recent doings/ Random Pictures

There is nothing quite like a missionary choir. This is one of the zones singing at the conference.
Alan has been busy making fudge. It is a hit down here. I really don't know how many batches he has made, but it is a lot.

I love this kid. Besides the fact that I don't understand Portuguese very well, he has a pretty heavy lisp. I don't understand hardly a word he says, but I always understand his smile.


We had to say goodby to two of our really great sisters on the same day. The one on the left will be back ,if everything goes well, after she gets her ankle fixed. The one on the right is headed for BYU.


This is a picture of some of the missionaries in the musical devotional getting on the bus to go to Sobral. They were a great group.

Alan is chatting with everybody after our lunch at the restaurant in Sobral. That long table of missionaries drew a lot of stares that day.


You can't go wrong with the candy bar game. Frankly, I don't think they make a candy bar down here that I would want to steal, but the elders had a lot of fun playing it.


This overturned truck was on the road to Sobral when we went out last week. It had a load of logs that were all over the place. It probably swerved trying to miss a big pot hole or a goat or something. Just another verification of the reason we don't like to drive that road. It was still on the road when we went back about 6 hours later.
I had to take this picture while we were cooking for the conferences. All six of the burners were on and the oven was on too. Can you say sweat? We were dripping.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

It's Beginning to Look a Little Like Christmas

Although it really doesn't feel like Christmas to us here because of the weather and all, we have seen some pretty fun decorations around the city and thought we would share some of the things we see here. One good thing is that Brazil is a very Christian country so to have a nativity in the center of town is okay here. I really like this one even though it isn't typical. It is really pretty at night.
I got our own sorry little tree put up just in time for the new group of Elders that arrived a few weeks ago. It is a little lacking in decorations, but it looks okay at night when the lights are on.


There is a large round-about we drive through often with this large tree in the center. It is made of fabric on some large metal frame. At night, they have colored lights shine up through the middle and is really looks neat.I had to take a picture of the painted snowman on the windows of this mattress store, which, by the way, there are tons of in this city. I was surprised that a snowman would mean Christmas to people here since most of them have never seen snow. I was also surprised to see the painted windows like we have at home too.

I guess Santa doesn't come down the chimney here since there aren't any. He just sneaks in over the balcony.
This "tree" was colorful and caught my eye. I think it is at the headquarters for one of the groups of native people here. I don't know anything about them, but I thought the tree was pretty funky.

This big snowman is made of painted 2 liter bottles. It is actually sort of tacky looking, but I thought it was an accompishment of sorts.

I took pretty lousy pictures the night we were in the old Centro part of the city. I sort of liked the idea of the huge bow on the building though.
Another lousy picture...sorry. It was pretty in real. The lighting on the building is pretty and each balcony had a huge wreath on it that was lit up too. I don't know what the building is, but during December they open the balconies on all the windows and young people that are dressed in Christmas hats, etc. sing and dance. There are two in each window. I think they really might be lip syncing, but it is still really showy and sounds good. That actually got us in the Christmas mood. I think we will try to go again when our family comes down in a few days.

I have no idea what this guy was up to. He was just standing on the street as we passed by one evening. I don't know why he is wearing a green Santa suit. Maybe his red one was dirty.

FELIZ NATAL (Merry Christmas) everyone. It is still okay to say that in Brazil.

Friday, November 21, 2008

So Close and Yet So Far Away

I'll warn you right up front that I am going to whine a little.

We've been here for almost 5 months and still don't have the stuff we shipped a few weeks before we left Idaho. We were told it takes longer to get all the paperwork and approvals for shipments to Brazil and to expect some delay, but I was under the impression that 2 months would be the maximum. We have had some updates on the location of our shipment. Our first update came from Lucy. She asked me if I knew our stuff had gone to the Philippines. What?!!!? I hadn't heard a word about it. The office in Sao Paulo had called every so often to say the stuff had left Idaho, or that it was still in the United States waiting for clearance or something, but they us had not called about that. Lucy heard it from a lady that stopped in at Mini Bazaar who had just returned from her mission in the Philippines. That made me worry a little and I called to see if it was really even true. They said it was true but not to worry because they had located in in Manilla and it was on its way to Miami. Great.

About a month ago we heard it was in Brazil. Then we heard Rio de Janeiro. At least it was heading the right way. Then we got a call that it would be here, in Fortaleza, on Mon. November 10th. Yippee!! I waited all day. Nothing. Nothing all week. Two days ago we find out it is here. Yippee again! But wait...it is sitting at the airport and won't be released until someone pays $RS700, about $370.00, in state tariffs or taxes or something. Our state just happens to be one of the few that requires it. *#/@*# &*# Curses! Sao Paulo office tells us that they think we can get around it if we can find a lawyer that knows about such things. Great.

At this point I am wondering just how bad I want my salad spinner anyway. I mean it's really only 4 boxes of stuff and this would give me an excuse to buy some new clothes that might actually be better for the climate here anyway. But then I remember there are some pretty important things in there, like my recipes and family pictures and my sewing machine and Dangit!...............
I want my stuff!

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Iguacu or Iguassu (it depends what side of the border you are on)

I thought I would put up a few pictures of our trip to Foz do Iguacu where we attended the Mission Presidents Seminar last week. All of the Mission Presidents from Brazil were there. Elder Scott presided and taught along with Elder Neil A. Andersen and the Area Presidency, Elder Didier, Elder Ellis, and Elder Soares. We learned a lot and had a good time too.
Hey! Where is everybody? That's what we thought when we arrived at the airport in Fortaleza. We found out our plane had just left. For reasons that take too long to explain, our ticket was printed with the wrong time.
Luckily, we were able to catch a flight on another airline and make it on time for the meetings. The grounds of the hotel were beautiful. This was the view of the gardens outside our window.

Alan thought the place cards they had for us in the dining room of the hotel were pretty funny, so I took this picture. Nobody calls us by the right name here either.


These are all the mission presidents and wives that are in the "Freshmen" class this year. We have a pretty big class. So far, no one has dropped out, but as we compared notes, we found out that we weren't the only ones that had wondered if we should. The upper classmen assured us that the first months are the roughest. We will all hang in there I'm pretty sure.

I snapped a picture of Alan during one of the breaks. We had meetings morning and afternoon for 2 and 1/2 days. You can see all the microphones and headsets so everyone could hear and get the translation if needed. May I just say I was grateful for those little puppies.

All work and no play? No way! This picture was taken with Elder Didier and his wife and his mother-in-law just before we headed out on the trail around the falls. The mother-in-law is 98 years old and lives with them. They take her with them whenever they can. I just asked if I could take a picture of Sister Didier and her mom, but the next thing I knew Elder Didier was there and said for us to hop in too. So we did. I think we would all like to live to 98 if we could be as perky as Sister Didier's mom was. We even heard that when the boat ride to the falls was over, she said she wanted to go again. I was just glad to be off the boat and still alive.

The day was rainy, but the view was still awesome. The couple posing are Walter and Claudia Queiroz. They are from Brazil, but have lived in the United States for 25 years. They are a really fun, hard-working couple. We really enjoy them. She always looks so cute. Check out her shoes. They were darling, but halfway up the trail, she was asking around for a bandaid.

I, on the other hand was my regular frump self, but the water falls were so close here, I had to put this picture on.

It feels pretty crazy to walk out on this walkway, but it is there, so you just have to do it.

In the center of this picture you can see Elder Scott. He is wearing the long sleeved white shirt and dark blue hat. We didn't want to bug him or act like paparazzi so this is the best shot we got of him. We were waiting around for the jeeps to take us down to get on the boats that take you right up to, and it felt like under, some of the falls. It really started to pour about the time we got on the boat, so I didn't get any more pictures. You are probably relieved about that. I know this has been sort of an overload. Anyway, we had a fun adventure along with some great meetings.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Going Up?

We don't seem to be going to the sidewalk by the beach as often as we used to, so I have been walking the stairs in our apartment building for exercise lately. The stairs are right by our back door.
Yesterday morning when I came back and headed for the door, I saw a sudden movement that, of course, startled me. It wasn't a mouse, thank goodness, but it was a gecko/liazard/thing that was about 6 inches long. I let out a little yelp, my heart rate went back up, and I wondered how I was going to get past the thing to get back in the apartment. It had stopped right smack in front of the door and if I opened the door, I was afraid it would run in.
I went around the hall to the front door and rang the doorbell a number of times in rapid succession, as only a family member would do. I figured that even if Alan was in the shower or bathroom he would hear it and know it was me. I kept checking to see if the critter was still there and he was, so I kept ringing. When Alan got to the door I told him what was up. We just shut the door, went on with the morning and hoped the lizard would go away.
A little while later, Irene came to work. She usually just slips in quietly and goes right to work so sometimes we don't even know she is here. When we noticed her Alan told her about the lizard. She said she knew. It had run in the apartment when she went out the back to take out the garbage. She said, " It's right there." We looked to the corner she was pointing to and sure enough, there it was, all 6 inches of it.
We were both wondering why Irene didn't say anything to us or if she ever would have. Maybe it isn't a big deal, but we weren't that comfortable with the idea. While I was looking around for something to trap a lizard in, Alan opened the back door and headed in the direction of the lizard. I guess all those years of herding sheep paid off because that lizard headed right out the door and into the service elevator. I thought that was great, but I really wanted a little more assurance that I wouldn't see that lizard again soon. I ran down the two flights of stairs to the ground level so I could push the button and give Mr. Lizard a ride to somewhere besides the second floor. I really don't know if he was actually in the elevator or just clinging to the wall in the shaft somewhere. All I know is that I haven't seen him again and I have been watching very closely.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

The elections are over!

It has been pretty quiet here since the elections are over. It was just local elections, but we thought they went all out. Here are some of the ways they try to get the attention of the voters.

This is the election wagon that Moroni had going around town for weeks. He had some pretty music coming from it, but the volume was usually tuned up to "blast". You could hear that thing way before it ever got to your block. There were usually 4 to 6 people in it waving banners. Moroni is a member of the church, in case his name had made you wonder. He was running for mayor of Fortaleza, but he didn't win, dang it.
Mozart was also on the ballot. From this picture, you can't really tell, but this isn't just a banner hung on a wall. Signs like these were painted all over the walls that surround peoples homes. Out in the country some of the houses along the road were actually painted like billboards for candidates. You would hope that the candidates came back and repainted them after the elections, but I guess we'll find out the next time we're out in the country.
One method we saw often was the plastering of walls with small posters. I think one big one would have been more Feng Shui but this did have a certain amount of impact.

Vehicles of every kind are used for advertising. Here is a buggy (pronounced boo-gee) with banners flapping in the wind and speakers blaring. He's out getting votes for somebody.



Why have just a bumper sticker when you can get huge stick-ons like this?




Or how about this?

Check out all the speakers behind the mesh. I think we were lucky this one was just parked. It would have been an ear drum buster for sure.
This may have been the granddaddy of them all though. I think that is a semi full of speakers!

One Sunday on our way home from church we saw this in our rear view mirror. Talk about Bigfoot being scary!
We decided to let him pass us.
We noticed this guy in the lane beside us one day. His Santa hat caught our eye. Then we noticed he had painted numbers and stuff on his car windows like the candidates had. We think he was just making fun of the whole political process and having a good time. It looks like the election process is as ridiculous here as it is at home.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Food Dreams


Last night I had a food dream. I dreamed I ate an entire cake by myself. It was an almond poppy seed bundt cake with the drizzled icing and it was so delicious I couldn't stop myself. I was supposed to bring it to a family picnic. When I got there people started asking about the cake and didn't have it. I was just trying to think of how to admit that I had eaten it when I woke up. Whew! I was relieved to realize: a) I hadn't eaten a whole cake by myself, and b) I didn't have to explain what happened to the cake.

I can't remember having a food dream before. I've had dreams about tornadoes and flying monkeys. That explains why I don't like "The Wizard of Oz." I've had dreams about not being fully dressed, being unprepared for classes, and about being able to fly. I don't know what all that means and probably don't want to.

It's possible that the food dream could have something to do with the fact that food is what my life is all about now. I am always thinking what to feed missionaries, buying food for dinners, e-mailing family for recipes, hoping my recipes and other stuff soon get here, looking up equivalents and definitions on the Internet , and shopping for hard to find ingredients. I did find powdered sugar this week that has the same consistency as the powdered sugar I am used to. I was excited about that. I still haven't found buttermilk, sour cream, maple flavoring, marshmallows, dill pickles, black olives, garlic salt and other things.
In my search I have come across some things that are new to me(lots of fruits I don't know), some things that have surprised me (sushi is everywhere), some things that seem weird to me ( the boxed milk), some things that make me hold my breath so I don't have to smell them(the slabs of sun dried meat stacked in the stores). But yesterday I think I found the most amazing thing I've seen so far...beet flavored rice in Sponge Bob packaging, and yes, it was purple. What I'm trying to understand is could there really be a bigger market for beet flavored rice than say...chocolate chips or tortilla chips or any of the other things I look for?
I'm not complaining. Actually the hunt for familiar food is sort of fun in a weird way. And now, since the dream I can add few other things to my list of stuff I am looking for...almond flavoring and poppy seed. Wish me luck!

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

So What if Dad Missed the Fair

A few weeks ago we read the blogs about the Eastern Idaho State Fair..... about the great time everyone, except Becca, had. It was a little tough on Alan. He has always loved the fair. He doesn't do the rides or games, but since I have known him, he has never missed the animal exhibit except when he was on his mission. Well, on a recent trip to the "interior" of our mission, he took the camera along to show you all the animals you can encounter without even leaving the road. First, of course, is a sheep. You have to look pretty close to recognize that it actually is a sheep, but Alan says it was and he ought to know a sheep when he sees one.

Now, that's a mama sow if I've ever seen one. We thought it was ironic that he caught it strolling along the road right by a sign that almost spelled PIG.


Even with all the variety of foods at the fair, I'll bet you couldn't get fresh dove meat like this guy was offering along the side of the road.



One of the many groups of goats meandering down the side of the road. There never seems to be anyone tending them either. Alan always says, "Who owns these stinkin' goats?"



The elders are always complaining about not being able to drive here. Alan offered them this alternative. I think Elder McConkie's legs would be dragging. All the horses we have seen here seem quite small.





I doubt this burro would win any ribbons either. They are unattended usually too. They just stand in the road, never moving as cars go by. It may not really be like the fair, but driving in the interior is always an adventure.


Monday, September 22, 2008

We Meant Well

Last week I attended a Helping Hands service project. I had never been involved with one before, but I guess the church does them all the time when there are natural disasters and stuff. If I understood correctly it was a huge project. Members all over Brazil were cleaning and painting public schools. Our ward and another one were assigned to a school not too far from our house.

When they handed me the putty knife I thought I would be patching holes, but I actually spent most of the time scraping gum off the bottom of desks and chairs. I didn’t really mind. In the long run, I think it was more interesting. A lady that speaks quite a bit of English told me that they give a medicine to the school kids in a gum/candy form. It must not taste too good because I think that was actually most of what I was scraping off the bottom of the desks.

While we were cleaning the desks, the paint crew came in. The just moved all the desks to the middle, took a few essays off the wall, and brought out the paint brushes which looked very much like the end of a broom to me. They were only painting the bottom half of the room. I guess that makes sense, from a functional point of view, because that is the only part of the wall that gets much wear. From an aesthetic point of view, it wasn’t that great of a plan because the paint wasn’t quite the same shade of white. But really, that point was minor.

The paint they were using smelled more like thinner than paint and it was very runny. With the broom like brushes you can imagine the drips and drops that were flying everywhere. The crew was mostly made up of men and boys and I really don’t think they thought about the drips and drops. They were just there to paint. When the paint crew moved on, I grabbed a rag and started wiping up drips. The one good thing about thin paint is that it cleans up easily. I didn’t even have to get any paint remover or thinner to get it off things. But I did wonder how long that paint was going to last on the walls.

After that was done, somebody handed me a small paintbrush and some of the smelliest, stickiest paint I have ever worked with. Three of us were supposed to paint the metal bars on the gate of the school red, yellow, and green. I had the red and two Mutual age kids had the other two colors. We were trying to work around each other keeping track which bar was supposed to be red, which was green, which was yellow. I sensed early on that this was not a place that I was going to be proud of my work. I ditched out of there as soon as another Mutual age girl came along. I think she wanted to paint with her friends anyway.

Then I got on the scrub team. The women there that day really knew how to scrub. I don’t know how long it had been since those wooden desk/chairs had been scrubbed, but they were getting the scrubbing of their lives that day. Those ladies were intent on getting all the writing off them. I don't even know what kind of cleaner we were using, but if you ever want to remove writing and the finish off furniture, I will try to find out.

It was fun to work with the people even though I couldn’t talk much and it was interesting to see what their schools are like. I sure didn't see much in the way of supplies or equipment and teachers' desks were a far cry from what I've seen in our schools. They weren't that great to start with and now there is a good chance they won't be able to get their drawers open...ever again. That bright yellow oil based paint they were putting on them is seriously sticky stuff.

This project probably turned out just fine, but let's just say I hope we did more good than harm and I hope the church doesn't get sued.