June 13

Sunday, June 13
I still awoke the next morning, Sunday, pretty early and did my yoga practice. No official work was to be done, but there were still so many things to do. I started to feel the effects of not communicating with people who know me. I took the boys and three local kids to the Rio Baru—the Baru River. It was beautiful about 80 degrees F and sunny. Clear crystal blue water with a sandy floor and some rocks spread about. The water was cool and the current was swift. The locals went up to the 30 foot bridge to jump in after checking the depth of the water below. Ethan decided he didn’t want to jump, but Aaron immediately chose to take the risk. Yes, I want the boys to take healthy risks, but I was feeling a bit concerned especially knowing how far away medical care is, which is a minimum of an hours walk up hill. We had no car and our ride wouldn’t be back for at least 2 hours. All went well jumping off the bridge and rocks and floating down the river. We had snacks and lots of fun with the tiny frogs that inhabited the place. This was the first time I saw a Morph butterfly on this trip.

We came back home to relax and have some lunch and watch the rain come down in buckets. Dinner was uneventful except for a needed conversation about how food was to be done while we stayed here. There were definitely some misunderstandings about how we would cook and share our meals. Feeling vulnerable, I spent some time in my room clearing my mind, crying and deciding what I wanted to do. Discussion was needed and continued the next day as well.

Tonight we called home to Cheney for the first time. As you all know, we don’t have internet right now so I won’t be able to post until Thursday.