On our way back to the seminary Sunday night, our bus rear-ended another bus. No one seemed to be hurt (beyond sore muscles), although it was a first accident for many on board and they were duly shaken up. We managed to roll into the seminary by 1 am.
I had my camera and desperately wanted to take a photo of the accident, but the Peruvians would not let me. As soon as the other passengers saw my camera, they insisted (passionately and persistently) that I put it away before I got robbed. Tim finally lost it, responding in an exasperated voice, "She hears you, but she can still do what she wants!"
The last few weeks have been a whole new level of cultural adjustment, shock, and frustration, as we've been learning to go to school in Peru. My biggest challenge (and it's a tremendous one) is fighting my own enduring arrogance. In one sense, that same arrogance brings me down a few notches as I recognize my own inability to conquer it. God help me.
