Meanwhile I chatted with the relief society president about how her husband got his name. Wilson, that just seemed curious for a Peruvian name. Apparently when he was born, his mom sent his dad to officially register the name of the new born. In all the excitement of having a new son, getting to the town hall, waiting in line, talking to people about his new son, he somehow forgot the name. He had to register something, so he looked around, spotted a soccer ball on the floor, and copied down the name from the ball, Wilson.
|Baptism of Monica and Manuel Ortiz|
|We cooked lots of rice plus yuca and grisly beef for the wedding dinner.|
|Afterward we piled into a combi to visit the cemetery and remember Sister Ortiz.|
|Instead of grave stones, they build little "houses" over the graves. Then on Day of the Dead, they bring food to put inside in case the dead come back to visit.|
Also in our week, as two of our grandchildren back home reminded us that we're missing their baptisms, we have a Peruvian granddaughter who was just baptized. Camilla Rios, daughter of our mission president, turned eight May 5th and was baptized May 6th, The celebration was most festive.
|Me and my Peruvian granddaughter Camilla: notice the beautiful table skirt.|
|Familia Rios with Elders Alcazar, Millet, Stephens, Sanchez, Maldonado, Ramos|
|Look, it's a truckload of our favorite soda!|