The Road to Quirza
The pueblos are scattered in this area. This sweet sister was on her way to church. We picked her up - then added two more on our way. Seatbelt rules? Not here, The more the merrier.
The shallow River de Oro is swollen from the sudden summer storms.
Greeting old timers at Church. This is Diohenes,
one of the first members baptized in Southern Bolivia.
And of course our faithful missionaries. The elders in Quiriza have a missioni full of service. They become experts at growing garlic.
I love entering this chapel with the beautiful hand polished benches, the people here love their chapel.It was evident that they had carefully and lovingly prepared the chapel for Sunday morning. Below are photos of before and after the church services.
The members of the Quirza branch. They are the most loving people.
Isabel, (baptised that first day with her husband Diogenes) took our sister missionaries to see where the first chapel was. Some of the children took me to see their home.
We then took a short walk to the river - Rio de Oro. Enjoying the animals and the fields of choco, garlic, etc.
Adobe blocks drying in the sun. Soon they will form a new home.
All to soon our visit is over. Children wait with left over
water balloons from carnival. Kind friends wave goodbye. We stop quickly to avoid the herd of goats suddenly let loose from their corral and head home just in time as thunderstorms form in the skies. We love visiting this incredible pueblo.