Back in early June I took three kids from Huantar to Huaraz
for a Pasos Adelante Conference. The
conference was overall a success, but why would I write about the super
successful parts of the conference? Far
better to entertain with the story of how we got back.
1)
Did the bus leave on time? Of course not. No, the bus arrived an hour late, after I had
already dragged the kids from their lunch, forcing them to eat the
end-of-the-conference cake as they briskly walked.
2)
Did we make good time after starting an hour
later than we were supposed to? Of course not.
We obviously stopped in every single town to pick and/or drop people off
and dillydallied there for ungodly amounts of time.
3)
Did the bus in fact arrive at our
destination? Of course not. The bus stopped one town away from ours, and
stalled for a good twenty minutes. At
which point, the bus engine went silent, the bus lights went off, and we told
to get off until a van could be found to carry us all to our next stop.
4)
Did the van they summoned have enough space for
everyone? Of course not. Nothing like having a van made to seat fifteen
comfortably, eighteen in a pinch, being crammed with twenty-seven people and
all of their luggage. I was mildly
concerned about getting enough air.
5)
Was the car to drive us up to Huantar waiting in
Succha like it was supposed? Of course
not. Despite me calling the driver an
hour earlier and him assuring me that we would be waiting for us, the was no
car in sight. So I was stuck with three kids at the bottom of the hill at eight
pm, with no cell service and no car.
6)
Did the car eventually come, did we all make it
up the hill without dying, did we make it back safely? Of course.
Besos!
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