First the State Department announced that Americans should stay out of Cusco until at least the end of the month. No biggie, unless you just got there. So, no going out after dark, no speaking English loudly in public (not that Felix is speaking English there, I know it's all Spanish and his two new phrases of Quechua, but I know it's loud!).
Then Giles called this morning in a voice I could hardly understand to report that he'd just been violently rear-ended on his way home from Maine, and was missing a front tooth (actually it wasn't missing, later the doctors found it IN HIS LOWER LIP where it was no longer useful). The accident was not his fault--he was stopped for construction and an elderly driver plowed into him. I choose to see God's mercy in the fact that the injuries weren't worse.
The three girls in the back seat were somehow unharmed (thank you LORD) and all of them are being put up in a local church's guesthouse (after the volunteer EMT handed them a business card and explained that he was the pastor and they had a place to stay and food to eat).
So. Big breath out. God is good.
And there's another table runner in the shop. If you're from Maine, I'm going to give you a 25% discount to thank you Yankees for your hospitality to my boy.