Days 2 and 3: The Sacred Valley and Cuzco

For days 2 and 3 we have been staying in the city of Cuzco, the former Incan capital. Day 2 we did an organized tour of some of the major archeoligical sites and towns outside of Cuzco, in the Sacred Valley, such as Ollantaytambo and Pisac. We didn´t orginally plan on seeing all those sites because we didn´t think we would have enough time to travel around to all of them. So, we did the organized tour (and felt very very touristy) and got it all done in one fast paced day. Speaking of feeling very touristy, Cuzco is so packed with tourists, and Aguas Calientes (the town closest to Machu Picchu) will probably be worse. Coming off the plane in Cuzco we were bombarded with hotels, tour agencies, taxi drivers and a live band all vying for our attention.

Day 3 we spent in Cuzco, looking around all the museums they have here and shopping in the market. We checked out the Cathedrals but didn´t go inside because we didn´t want to pay the $5 entrance fee just to walk around and see. Since when do churches charge entrance fees, and how do they get people to come to church if there is an entrance fee? Actually, they do allow normal church services and prayer every morning so we may be temporarily Catholic next time we´re here so we can see what the inside of the Cathedral looks like.

Robert sliding down the water drain at Ollantaytambo

The ruins at PisacDaniel and Robert´s Andean band

Peru: Day 1

We made it Lima! It wasn´t much of an exciting day, just travel. Daniel (Robert´s cousin), Robert, and I took off from LAX at about 2:00 a.m. this morning, which means we didn´t sleep at all before we left. I tried to sleep on the plane, and succeeded in making it through the first two hours or so sound asleep. Then I woke up and was wide awake. Uck! (The picture above is probably the coast some where in Mexico)

After the six and a half hour flight we switched planes in Panama City for another three hour flight to Lima. Tommorrow we leave our hotel at 3:30 a.m. to fly to Cuczo, where we will finally start to really site see. This evening after we got to our hotel we went out for dinner and had the very Peruvian dish of chicken, french fries, and Inca Kola. Daniel said it brought back memories (he served his mission in Peru). Our hotel is about two blocks from the ocean so after dinner we walked down to a little youth park they have by the ocean (there was really no beach, just dirt) and looked around. Now we just get to relax and go to bed early.So, highlights of the day: Daniel getting pulled aside and stripped searched through security at LAX (just kidding, they let him keep all/most his clothes on), first time in Panama (it looked nice, but humid, from the airport. We´ll have to go back one day and do a trip there) and getting to see the all the dozens of ships waiting just off the coast to get into the Panama Canal, getting to see the John Lennon statue at the Pope John Paul II park.
P.S. Our hotel has internet access so it is very convienent to be able to post today even though we didn´t do anything too exciting, i mean, besides travel to a different continent. Hopefully I´ll have some more exciting things in my next post.

We're Off!

Our trip is finally here! We'll be in Peru starting Saturday (redeye flight very very early Saturday morning) until June 1. Stay tuned for trip updates.

Our First Catholic Wedding

This actually happened last weekend. I have been a little slow to blog about it, but I thought it was interesting enough to still blog about a week later. Last weekend Robert's boss got married and we were invited to both the ceremony and the reception, both of which were a lot different from what we were used to.

The ceremony was at Saint Monica's Catholic church (in Santa Monica). It was both Robert and I's first Catholic ceremony, and our first mass in English (Robert had attended mass on his mission, I had gone in Guatemala.) We weren't expecting a such a long ceremony. At an LDS wedding there is like twenty minutes of waiting, twenty minutes of ceremony, and then more waiting for pictures. The ceremony at this wedding was an hour and a half long, but on the plus side, not much waiting around.

The reception was held at the Adamson House in Malibu. The house was built in 1930 and is right above the beach. When it was built you could look down the coast and not see any other houses. Now it is in Malibu Lagoon State Beach, is owned by the state, and is open for tours. It was a beautiful place for a reception.
This is the Adamson House, a pic that I took from their website. I didn't even think to take a picture of the house while we were there, I was too impressed with the view.
Where we had the dinner. When guest first arrived they we all went into a patio area where they had appetizers and an open bar and we socialized for a while. Then we all went to the dinner area for dinner and speeches. Then we went to another area for dancing and cake.
The gorgeous view!

Twilight Movie Trailer

Just Some Old Photos

Thanks to Emily for her post on the photo oldifier from this strange site. I have no idea what the site says, but upload your picture, push the blue button and you too can have cool pics like these. So, who do you think looks better oldified- Robert, Me, or Joe?

Book Tag

"Our willingness to sacrifice for this the Lord's work reminds us that this is the very essence of the Atonement, the ultimate sacrifice made by the Son of God in behalf of each of us. "

Our computer happens to be right next to our bookshelf with all our church books, so this was the closest to my reach, Stand A Little Taller by President Hinckley.

Here's how to do the tag:

The rules:
1. Pick up the nearest book
2. turn to page 123
3. find the 5th sentence
4. post the 5th sentence
5. tag some people

I tag everyone who wants to participate.

The Midnight(ish) Mystery

Last night at about 2:00 a.m. Robert and I both woke up because we heard a loud noise. Of course, we were sound asleep when we heard it so we both weren't really sure what it was that woke us up. After a couple confusing seconds trying to figure out what we heard, we heard it again, "crack!" It sounded like it was coming from our bedroom window. We both jumped out of bed and scurried into the hallway, away from the window. Then we heard it again, a loud, distinctive "crack!" It sounded like something hit the window.

After another minute we heard it again, "crack!" Then I heard a series of "click, click, click, click, click, click." We spent a couple minutes sitting in the hallway wondering what to do. Should we call the police? Should we call the apartment manager? Where are all our phones at? (cell phones and home phone were spread all over the apartment) Should we go into the bedroom and peer out the window? Robert went over and looked out the living room window, which faces the same way as the bedroom window-- into our parking lot. He saw nothing. He decided to call the apartment manager. At this point enough time had passed that I felt like I wasn't going to get hit by any flying objects going through the bedroom window, so I crawled over to the window and looked up at it through the blinds. It was broken.

Poor apartment manager was also now roused in the middle of the night and confused. She told us she was going to look at the security cameras and call us back. It was not a pleasant experience to be rousted from your bed at 2:00 a.m. by some unknown phenomenon, and then have to sit in the hallway doing nothing while all you really wanted to do is go back to bed. A few minutes later the apartment manager called back and said it looked like someone had been in the parking lot trying to get another someone's attention to let them out of the parking lot. Today we learned that it was some dumb high school student, a friend of someone in our building, who had parked in our lot, was leaving, and couldn't get out (we have a gated parking lot, the only way out is with a clicker to open the gate). He also couldn't get back into the apartment building because you need a key to get into the building. Dumb kid not only because he was throwing rocks at the windows (and obviously broke one) but also because he got the wrong apartment! Grrr...
BTW: I never did figure out what the clicks were. Robert claims he didn't hear them, but I heard it right after the "cracks." It sounded like it was coming from under our apartment, where there are some parking stalls. IDK.

In Other News...

-Robert is in Virginia this week for training. He flew out rather unexpectedly late last night. He knew he had training this week, but he thought he was leaving on Sunday night. It wasn't until Saturday afternoon when he looked at his flight schedule that he realized he was actually leaving that night. So he has a full day in Virginia today to sleep off his red eye flight and play video games (yes, he took his Play Station with him.)

-Friday at work I had an interesting experience. In the morning there was a mother and her three little girls who came in and were being assisted by another case manger. While the mother was talking to the case manager the little girls (probably about 4-8 years old) came over and were looking at my things. They saw a picture of Robert and I on our wedding day and asked "Who's that?"
"That's my husband and I."
"Oh, is he your boyfriend."
"No, he's my husband, we're married."
"So is he your boyfriend?"
It was really sad that I had to explain to these little girls what a husband was, because the concept of being married and committed to one man was foreign to them. It makes me grateful that I was raised in a family that had a loving mother and father. I can't change the way other people choose to raise their children, but I'm grateful for the gospel and the counsel that we have about the importance of the family. I look forward to having my own little family someday and raising them with a mom and a dad.