Today we traveled up the side of the volcano to a neat city called Santa Maria. Judy a missionary there for at least ten years started a new school and needed it to be painted, so our group of ten was thrown into the mix immediately. We painted the kindergarten classroom. The work was finished quickly with a big group. We were given a tour of the place and then went for a walk. We went through the squishy, tightly packed streets of the town. There were kids riding on horses and women with baskets on their head. It was another interesting town. We walked down a back alley, came up to someone's house and went inside for a visit. It was a girl's house whose mother's died. The eleven year old, her older brother and father lived in the house. The father and son work in the fields while the daughter stays at home doing what her mother did. She would clean the house, make every meal and do everything else. She is eleven and should be in school and having fun with her friends, instead of slaving around the house. When we arrived, we received such a blessing with the girl displaying extreme joy towards us. The father and son dusted off and let us sit on 12 chairs; I didn't know that they could store so many chairs in their house. It was unbelievable how much compassion and trust they showed to us strangers. After that we left and went downhill back home.
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