Patricia was sad to have us leave. She said that she has lived alone and happy with God for 8 years and never thought she would enjoy living with other people as much as it had been with us there. She welcomed us and made us feel at home throughout our stay. Couldn't have chosen a more encouraging place to be.
On our last day there, she gave Staci and I two of her CDs that she had recorded. Both with all original songs. I had wanted to record a song that she played for us, so this was like 10x better than I could have imagined.
That evening the four of us girls headed to Rosario's International Festival. They have it every year and have food and tents set up representing all the different cultures that are represented in the town.
Each of the countries had a stage for them to show off their traditional dances.
We strolled through Germany, Israel, and Iran. Mikayla ate in Peru. Staci and I ate in Austria and bough snacks in Siria. It was the first time I've had baklava. So. Good. I was surprised to see that the Japan line was like... 100 people long! There also wasn't a station for the U.S. Not that I would have eaten the food there, but it would have been fun to see what they had there.
Entering Peru. It doesn't look like it in the pictures,
but there were hundreds of thousands of people there.
Yesterday we said our goodbyes and took a bus to La Plata. I'm sure there will be a lot to write about here so I'll just leave it with that. The family that has welcomed us is great. I'm currently successfully burning my tongue on maté and brain dead from comprehending and speaking a foreign language.
Mikayla within the first 5 minutes of being at the festival haha!Until next time,
Rosario's flag monument at night