Memorial Day with Our New Friend

On our way home we stopped at a quaint little "hot chocolate" house. It felt like we were in an enchanted cottage. It was delightful. (The pot of hot chocolate for the three of us was $8 US.)

A lovely rose walk-way. The cemetery was vast, we could not see one side from the other.

The cemetery grounds are very beautifully arranged and well kept. The lavender was particularly fragrant in the warm spring sun.

It was the weekend of the Chilean Memorial Day in September 2009. She drove us to the cemetery. It is close to the Cordillera mountaings which are a part of the Andes range.

We visited her mother and father's grave. Her mother died just 2 weeks before Elder D met her in her restaurant "Pagua", as he was trying to find a good place for the senior missionaries at the office building to go out to dinner together. She saw his plaque with the name of the church on it and wanted to know if he knew what happens to a person when they die. At the time she was mourning the lost of her mother.

Visiting P in her home. We played the piano for each other.

Our wonderful friend PA. She is a delight.

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Settling in.....

Flowers and Alfajors from Pres & Hna. L

Breakfast in bed.

All hooked up.All the options, including WIFI.

After staying with Elder D in the hospital for 3 days; and making sure the 19 staples across his abdomen from the prostititis surgery were going to hold - thought I'd better spend an afternoon at the office to get caught up. On the way back I took a bus to within two blocks of the bridge pictured below. On my way to the bridge, I decided to take a short cut by angling across the street to the next corner. The street was oddly quiet in the big city, I thought maybe something was up because I saw first what really looked like a plain clothes policeman or two on the walk, then I noticed some Carabineros (Chile Police) in full uniform. I guess I was distracted by wondering what was going on, when all of a sudden I tripped (I think on the tip of my shoe) and found myself on all fours in the middle of the street! I really hit hard, and tried to get up immediately, but just couldn't, it hurt so bad and I was so shaken. A Carabinero came quickly to help me out of the street and he had me sit on a little 12" raised ledge next to the sidewalk. My knee was scraped, (ruined my nylons) but not bleeding much - my palms were burning from using them to break my fall, but happily no skin was broken. My arms really, really hurt, because they broke my fall, and I remember pushing back from the pavement mightily as my face came within one inche of the black pavement. I said a little open-eyed prayer to be able to walk away from this mishap and then sat there for, I think less than 10 minutes, tested my knees a bit, and then decided to try to stand, the policeman approached me as I got up and I assured him I would be okay. I was on my way to see my husband in the hospital. I kept a stiff upper lip, but felt really deflated about the whole incident. Anyway I finally got back to the hospital room where Elder D gave me some TLC, and listened to my teary story. My prayer was definately answered. The wounds healed nicely, thanks to lots of alcohol gel (ouch!) in the hospital room. I had no further aches or pains or even stiffness. Definate Tender Mercy and answer to my prayer!

Close up shots of the INDISA Clinic.

Rio Mapocho
Named for one of the indiginous indian tribes here.
See the hospital in about the center, just below the high point of the hill behind it.

Bridge across the river.

First time I've ever seen a park with adult exercise equipment!