Separate Saturday

The group of senior missionaries planned a day trip to a little town named Pomaire. I think it means something like perfumy air. It is the place where clay everything is made, from piggy banks to furnaces for the patio. The trip consisted of a bus ride to the big bus terminal, a big bus ride (like greyhound) for an hour to a little town. We walked from shop to shop for three hours, looking at the clay-based products. I didnt want to buy anything today, so just looked. One of the sisters was chosen to sit at the potter's wheel with the potter and actually be one of his hands as they made a nice little pitcher together. Then he gave it to her. Unfortunately, when she went back to get it after lunch, it had fallen and was no good. I got some nice pix, though. My family will be glad to know that of all the piggy banks available (and some of them are very cute) I just took pictures of them. Maybe some day closer to the end of our mission I'll buy one. We had lunch under a grape yard/vinyard at the back of a restarant. I had an empanada as big as a dinner plate. I could only eat a third of it. On the way back, the forest fire we has seen just starting in the morning, had become massive. The flames had to be 100 feet high, and the fire was ready to go over the top of the mountain. There didnt seem to be anyone fighting it, though. There were no planes with red buckets. Ironically, there is a firefighter school nearby. Jay stayed in the apartment as he is still fighting The Bug. Me, too, but not as bad. I hope he's proud of me for going shopping for a whole day and not spending more than bus rides and lunch.