El Camino Had Logan in Stitches

I'm going to cover a couple of days in this post, because Melody has been teaching away at El Jordan with a couple of groups of girls/ladies.  This particular class, they were learning how to do pedicures.  During the course of the classes, the ladies get to asking questions that have nothing to do with the class such as how old are you, how many years have you been married, how old are your kids, what do you do at home etc etc etc.  They were particularly good actors when they asked how old Melody was.  Melody told them her age (not posted here for my own health) and they all did their best to look shocked and assured her that she only looks 27 and must have gotten married very young.  The classes move along, but fairly slowly because of the need to translate everything that is said back and forth.

Since she was teaching and I was waiting for stuff to finish downloading, I took the opportunity to take a few pictures of her class and some of the little ones around the building.

Overall, classes are going fairly well and everybody is having some fun too.

It was Wednesday today and that means we were off to El Camino boys home which is about an hour our outside of Santa Cruz.  I am doing some basic computer teaching for the boys out there in their lab.  They actually have a pretty good setup that is all properly licensed.  The best part is that it was just recently redone and everything is running nicely.  El Camino is only about 30 miles out, but the highway doesn't allow for travel at Canadian highway speeds.  They also have a nasty habit of building speed bumps into the road every time there is a little hamlet.  So the 30 miles takes a good hour to arrive.  We gave some of the soccer balls to that were donated to them today and they actually have to ration the balls because they play with them to the point where they are dead in no time.  So what they do is give one out to the boys, and then put the rest in a locked storage room so they always have a ball when the old one can't be repaired anymore.

On the way back from El Camino today, we went looking for a suspension bridge that Ken had heard about over the river.  Sure enough, after a little looking, we found the bridge and went for a walk across it.  The bridge swayed back and forth with every step and made Jordan quite nervous.  I couldn't help thinking of the scene in Indiana Jones when he cuts the rope and the bridge swings down for some reason.  We eventually got across the bridge and were absolutely shocked when a motorcycle comes up and rips across it with about an inch to spare on each side of the handle bars.  That is us on the bridge before I cut the rope and we swung across.

Anyways, after climbing up the bridge, (ok, fibbing a little), we headed back to Santa Cruz but Ken always stops at a little roadside stand where the pop is ice cold.  We got the pop and when I returned to Ken's truck with my pop, I opened the back seat door.  Unfortunately, Ken has tinted windows in the back, and I didn't see Logan leaning against the door.  He promptly fell out spilling his Fanta (made with real sugar here btw) and landed head first on a big rock.  The crying started about the same time as the copious amounts of blood started coming out of his head.

As luck would have it however, there were 4 other people there, one of whom was holding a spare shirt in his hand at the time and he immediately slapped it on Logan's head while we got the first aid kit out of Ken's truck and started dealing with the head wound.  After a few minutes, the bleeding slowed down to the point where we taped gauze on his head while the right side of his forehead grew a golf ball.

We eventually got into town and by then all the crying had stopped, until we mentioned the doctor and somebody said the word stitches.  Then the tears came back again.  Melody and Logan went to the hospital, and got right in to see the doctor who put a couple of stitches in Logan's head.  He took it like a real trooper and even let us take some pictures.

 

  

  

We are pleased to report that he is doing fine, and will be able to do math again very soon.  Oh, the total cost of our little adventure to the hospital was 220 Bolivianos for the visit, sutures, freezing, antibiotics and the ibuprofin.  That works out to $30 CAD.  Good thing I paid that extra $350 for extra insurance.