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For a few months I’ve been going out to the village of Quebracho Herrado, getting to know folk, particularly families with kids who need support at school, and a couple of disabled people. Mostly I’ve done all the running, relationship building, visiting, knocking, offering. Mostly people have been polite and welcoming, but not enthusiastically enough to come to me if I didn’t arrive at their door first. However, go away for a couple of weeks, and according to the old lady next door, there has been a stream of people seeking me out, and being annoyed that I wasn’t there. It will be interesting to see if any of them come back now I am there.
I’d written a little project to offer secondary school for adults and young people, which we thought was quite a nice way of offering something to the community, and, frankly, justifying our existence. However, go away for a couple of weeks, and come back to find that secondary school for adults is about to be offered through at the local primary school, starting tomorrow night. Fantastic that it’s happening, but in terms us defining something meaningful to offer to the community here, back to the drawing board.

There are a lot of statistics available about destitution in Argentina. Quebracho Herrado has a percentage of people who are probably fairly low down the foodchain, but very few people in real need as far as I can figure out. I’m torn between Hazel’s desire to be somewhere where I can roll my sleeves up and actually do something useful, versus the church’s desire to plant a church. They don’t have to be mutually exclusive, obviously, but in this context I wonder if we are here under slightly erroneous pretences and if maybe we have to think of our self-justification exercise in terms of how close we are to planting a church, rather than how close we are to serving the community here… and of course the proper missionary would say that planting a church was serving the community… so at least some of our supporters will be happy, just not sure I agree with them all the way.

We arrived safely home at 4.30 this morning after two nights’ travelling, all very smooth, just rather long. The plan was to sleep in and deal with the day when we got to it. However, no-one had told Joni about the time change, hence he was running around the house at ten to seven, so we sent him to nursery like a normal day, debated going back to bed ourselves, but decided to take a siesta later instead.
So here we are back in Argentina. The first thing we noticed was that someone had cut the grass; hooray. And the second thing was that the boiler didn’t work; boo. We’re getting used to the idea that leaving our house in other peoples’ hands here will always result in some minor disappointments on return; (different cultural understandings around the concept of looking after other peoples’ property), but in fact we have done quite well this time, bits of cutlery missing, no food in the house, but nothing requiring any major attention other than the boiler which in fairness probably would still have broken down had we been here.

England was good, felt a lot like a holiday, been a while since we had one of those, nice to see people, regretting not having seen a couple of folk, but time was short. A few days we did little more than walk in the woods, followed by finding some ducks (pigs, sheep…) to look at, and eating ice-cream. We struggled out for a couple of curries, and met up with friends for a pint or two. Most days included a reminder of how we aren’t quite as English as we used to be. Little things like “why is the glove compartment on the wrong side of the car?” or slightly more worrying “why is the gear stick not in this door pocket?” Traffic lights on roundabouts are quite a complicated idea and that is speaking as someone who used to drive them every day in my past life, I imagine that someone who has never been in the UK before might really struggle, especially since some of the signs and lane markings are ambiguous to put it politely. As well as doing several roundabouts twice having failed to figure out where to get off, one time we accidentally ended up on the M11, and boy are those junctions a long way apart, especially if you didn’t want to be there in the first place. However, the real winner that we never got our heads around was the fact that England shuts in the middle of the afternoon. Four o’clock in some places, most others at five, and six is considered late opening; Argentina is just about waking up for the evening by then. Yes we know all the good climatic reasons why Argentina is a siesta culture and England isn’t, but even English toddlers sleep in the afternoons. It seemed like there was barely a gap between junior waking up and the rest of the world knocking off for the day, we never figured out how proper English parents must organise themselves.

For Joni the delights were mostly culinary; cheese (cheddar and stilton), baked beans, popadoms with mango chutney, and blackberries. We were in the right season for those, and he demanded them every time we took the dog over the hill; “ba-bees, more ba-bees.” He is also now highly impressed by planes having been on several, so he was in his element at my parents’ house which is frequently under the flight paths for both Luton and Stanstead “pane, more pane”, although he was pretty fed up with the whole plane thing by the time we were boarding the third flight yesterday. When he moved into “kicking and screaming and throwing myself on the floor because I’m two so I can” mode yesterday, I suggested he might look out of the window and he brightened up a little… “Cows and horses?” he said hopefully, ‘fraid not babe.

All this year I have been saving up to replace my digital SLR that was stolen back in January, and I finally achieved it a few days ago. I’d hoped to be able to do this while we were in the UK or at least somewhere other than Argentina; better prices, and wider choice of models. I’ve gone for a Nikon D90 as I know my way round the Nikon family, and the D90 has a good chunky feel about it; and I was able to buy an ex-display model equals hefty discount. So I’ve been busily testing it out so that I’m satisfied with how it works before we take it back to Argentina…

Out walking the dog over the fields behind my parents’ house.

The real reason why we are here in England apart from buying cameras; the wedding of our friends Dave and Caroline last Saturday; congratulations and welcome to the battlefield guys.

Joni’s second birthday co-incided a couple of days after the wedding so it was nice that we were able to incorporate it into the trip and share it with his long-distance grandparents. Joni has very little concept of yesterday today or tomorrow, so marking the passage of a year is fairly irrelevant to him at this stage in his life. However, his experience at play-school in Argentina has taught him that “song plus candles equals cake”, and he was wildly excited to discover that it was his turn this time, and it didn’t take him long to get the hang of opening presents either.

Made it to church, nearly on time. In fact perfectly on time by Argentinean standards, albeit slightly after the service had started in English terms. Fantastic welcome from many surprised people since we hadn’t told anyone we were coming. Disadvantage of not telling anyone we were coming was having to go round the loop of how long are you here for/ when are you going back / hasn’t Joni grown / how old is he now with every single new conversation. Serves us right. Only one person asked if we had had a nice holiday(!) and she has a label so she’s allowed to. Church followed by good pub lunch with Tia and tribe, should insert hyperlink at this point but I can’t remember what I have to type and I’m being too lazy to look it up, so to go to Tia’s blog it’s “Behind the Child” on the bar on the right hand of the screen. And now we’re worn out with doing very little and suddenly it’s become bedtime.
The observant will have noticed that we’ve now put some content into the sermons and bible studies sections on the top bar. These are in Spanish, and Spanish will probably continue to be the main language of those sections for the foreseeable, given our current audience. So for anyone who reads Spanish and might find our stuff useful, it’s there. Obviously we would prefer to be acknowledged for anything you use, but we also recognise that imitation is the best form of flattery…

When I booked our tickets to England with TAM airlines over the internet, I arranged an itinery which I thought gave plenty sufficient time to make the changeover in Sao Paolo. TAM airlines then contacted us to say that the gap wasn’t long enough and so we were being rescheduled. Which as Martin said is fairly poorly disguised code for “We’re even less competant than you think we are”. However, compared with our experience with TAM a year and a half ago, I am pleased to announce that they have made some serious strides to becoming a serious grown-up airline. The whole operation is now much cleaner (as are the planes), timing pretty nearly spot on, they got themselves organised to give us well-placed seats for travelling with a small child (they were practically the best seats in the house short of offering an upgrade in fact). I think the main thing they lack now would be some staff that speak Spanish. Given that this is their flagship route into a continent which only actually uses two major languages, it would seem reasonable to expect the cabin crew to speak both of them rather than putting all anouncements into English and Portuguese and relying on other passengers to translate for the Spanish speakers. That said, when we travelled KLM a couple of years back, they seemed to have a similar policy, and at least translating “she says she’d like some water please” “she says she’ll bring you some in a minute” relieves some of the boredom of crossing the Atlantic. And TAM didn’t lose any of our luggage which KLM, BA and Air France have all managed to achieve at least once each.
Joni nearly caused a minor international incident coming into land, watching out of the window as we came down through the clouds he announced “look, fire!” and then when he saw the houses and trees below us and I explained that we were up in the sky “plane fall down”.

So here we are in blighty, only for a couple of weeks this time. Last time when we left Cordoba for four months, someone suggested that we needed to have a going away party. So I organised it, bought everything, prepared everything, invited the people, Martin did the barbecuing, and I did every last bit of the clearing up afterwards and I vowed never to do that again. This time, someone else suggested that we needed to have a going away party (for a two week trip!) and twenty people came, they all brought food, they all helped with the preparation, one of the guys did the barbecuing, one of the young people had made a cake, willing hands set the table, and willing hands helped to clear it all away afterwards, and seven of the guys came to see us off from the bus station on Monday night. Two nights, two cities, two hours away, two worlds in the same country, and to me a summary of the experience of living in these very different contexts. If I never had cause to go to Cordoba again I promise I wouldn’t complain, but San Francisco, well that’s a place I find I might even look forward to going back to in a couple of weeks time.

I made the mistake of telling Joni he was going on an aeroplane. He gathered his toys together in a little bundle and spent the morning following me around with his armful of toys saying “pane? pane? pane?” Toddlers don’t have much concept of time, and Tuesday is a long way away.
We’re diving into the UK for a couple of weeks; got a wedding to go to, family to see and a few other bits to do, and we’re not planning on doing any more than a minimum of driving anyway, which is why we haven’t gone public with a schedule this time, but to anyone who is available / local / would like to see us, we’re more than happy to stand you a shandy if you’re willing to do the travelling, we arrive on Wednesday, and leave again on the 30th.

Not only do we have internet again in our house, but we are also launching our new-look, revamped, refurbished and revitalised website. It is still a work in progress, but this is more or less how it is going to look and function, so do let us know what you think.

A big storm on Thursday night took out both our electricity and the internet. Fortunately the electricity came back very quickly, but we are still without internet. This is being typed in a town-centre internet cafe, on a very slow machine with an annoyingly sticky keyboard (reminds me of the old manual typewriters) whose symbols need to be accessed by knowing the “alt” numbers; alt64 for @ etc.
Hence my next move will be to abandon this and go order coffee instead.
Have a good weekend, hopefully normal service to be resumed soon; in Argentinean time…

Visitor number 1 left on Monday to go to Cordoba, planning on coming back briefly for a couple of hours on Friday to collect his stuff and go on to Buenos Aires. Visitor number two was due to arrive on Thursday and stay till Friday morning. Visitor number three was due to arrive on Friday morning and stay till Saturday.
What actually happened…
Visitor number 1 returned a day early, on Thursday, nearly went on to Buenos Aires, decided not to go on to Buenos Aires, almost cancelled his ticket to Buenos Aires, and then went to Buenos Aires. This was really somebody else’s fault who probably needed to be shot, except that shooting people may turn out to be a career limiting move in our line of work.
Visitor number 2 sent us a message to say that he wasn’t coming on Thursday night. He didn’t share the bit about deciding to come for breakfast on Friday instead. Luckily we were all up and more or less decent when he arrived bright and early for coffee.
Visitor number 3 was caught up in a bus strike but she did manage to make it through on Friday afternoon and stayed till Saturday as planned… (German, no stereotyping but….)

Joni swiftly got the measure of V3, they’re old friends. He fetched his little blue shoes from his room and presented them to her with the instruction “sadalls” (sandals) which she correctly understood as a request to put them on him. He followed this up with the instruction “paga” (plaza), and led her out of the door over the road to push him on the swings.

I was left pondering how amazing it is that a child of not quite two can conceive and communicate an action plan in just two nouns correctly interpreted and put into action by his chosen junior executive, but at 18 if he decided to go into business, he would mostly likely spend the following three years at college learning about vision statements, buzz-words, flow diagrams and Smart targets, and yet he would almost definitely come out less effective at project management than he is at the moment.

As for us, the next software project might be a little hotel booking system in order to manage our diverse and unpredictable guests.

Remember those games where you have to change one word into another; slug becomes frog in three steps that kind of thing? Well, here, Winter became Summer in about the same amount of time.
On Monday morning we set out for pre-school wearing a T-shirt, a jumper and a coat.
On Tuesday morning we set out for pre-school wearing a T-shirt and a jumper.
On Wednesday morning we set out for pre-school wearing a T-shirt and a thin top.
On Thursday morning we set out for pre-school wearing a T-shirt.

It may be best if we didn’t leave the house on Friday.