|Cleaning the library. Yes, they dusted EVERY text book and shelf.|
|Weeding the gardens|
|Talking to students|
|This fountain you could play in.|
|However the guards didn't appreciate when they tried to play in this fountain...|
|That's my crazy son, Joshua, on the far right, back row, fist raised|
I partnered up with my new friend, Edith, who lives in Lima, to go shopping. As we went from vendor to vendor, she showed my picture, and asked them where we could find one. When we came to a place where there were hand-crafted musical instruments, she pulled out my picture again, spouted off Spanish so rapidly I caught every third word, and watched as the seller nodded his head. He pulled out a drop spindle, and my heart danced. "How much?" I asked in Spanish. I couldn't believe my ears. Seriously? 12 Soles? That's like four U.S. dollars! I bought it on the spot. I didn't know if it would work properly. It wasn't ornate. That didn't matter. It was from Peru, where Alpaca and Textiles go hand-in-hand. I wanted it, even if it was ornamental.
|Asleep on the bus. I slept anywhere I could.|
After our trip, we came home, I crashed. Working for nine days, and only gaining about four to six hours of sleep a night wears on a body that is alarmingly and rapidly approaching forty. Then I caught a stomach virus, and oh, we went on vacation, and I'm not going to go into every nitty gritty detail that happened after, but needless to say, I only recently got to try it out. Recently, as in, yesterday.
I'm used to a bottom whorl spindle with a hook or a notch. This had neither, so after contemplating for a few minutes I decided to "what the hey" just do the usual to attach the leader to the top of the spindle. Wow. It worked so well. Nicely balanced, spun fast, long shaft. I could see this becoming a favorite to spin on. It is almost impossible to express the joy and delight I received in the knowledge that my newest spindle was not just a souvenier, but that it works...and it works beautifully.