The Time I Lived in Jail for Four Days in Peru

Hermana Ostler’s Update – April 14, 2014

Before people get way too alarmed... I did not actually go to Prison Prison. Those things are straight up freaky here. But I DID live in my tiny little room for about 4 days straight because of the strike. THAT IS A LONG TIME TO SIT AROUND AND DO NOTHING. This is without internet or movies, mind you. We sat in our window and watched all day as the people went absolutely APE -- Burning things, throwing trash and rocks, fighting with sticks, truckload upon truckload of police and army guys, robbing, pillaging, screaming..... It was.... TERRIFYING. I have never ever ever ever seen something like that. The anger of the people was completely out of control.

And the next three days... complete silence. No one was in the streets. Little bands of ugly spirited men paced the streets ready to attack stores that were open or people who looked rich... It was one of the scariest moments of my life to leave the ‘prison cell’ and walk a block to our pensionista to eat lunch and dinner. 

Be grateful for what you have. Be grateful that you live in a place with order. 

And be grateful that you were not as bored as me this week.

-       feeding pigeons

-       makeup wars

-       paper boats

-       reading the old testament 

-       sleeping

-       taking 6 showers in one day... it’s hot here okay??

All in all, an interesting week. 

I love you all! And do not worry because I AM OKAY! We are so protected. I love you all. 

hermana alex

This was the punishment for not knowing the name of the man that gave Moses the Priesthood. I screamed, "THE FATHER IN LAW." But yeah.... It was Jethro. JETHRO. The name that my father always uses to yell at random people. JETHRO. Also... This is a new sister missionary. She speaks no Spanish and I have forgotten English. The other day I told her that I "sleeped" for a long time. IT'S SLEPT! 

When we got stuck in the house for 4 days from the strike. We got all fancied up and then we realized that it wasn't such a good idea to look so GLAM outside with the miners.

After two days stuck in the room with people throwing bombs outside... we did this. 

Then she made me into a Latina. I have no idea if this is racist in the States. But really, everything is so politically incorrect here that I forget. 

Then we made her into a gringa. I WAS STIR CRAZY OKAY???

This is me trying to feed the pigeons. Again... stir crazy. I made up my own pigeon language. BUT THEY ARE SO SPOILED AND STUCK UP. They would NOT eat the fruit loops. Nor the frosted flakes. I have yet to try the chocolate - But really, ask me about the pigeon language in 7 months. It's incredible. 

Then we made paper boats to play with in the tub we wash our clothes in.
That one says to repent Pueblo Viejo!

I love this picture of my compy. I do NOT like that umbrella. It is always gouging my eyes out or wrapping around my hair....I hate the umbrella. I AM AN OREGONIAN. WE DO NOT USE THOSE THINGS.

Which one is my dinosaur??