These are the last to post of my own pictures that I took in Peru, but I will make one more post about the Catacombs when I can. These pictures are from the same day as the changing of the guard. We walked from there down to tour a Monastery. The Catacombs were underneath the Monastery; it was all one tour. I mentioned before that I couldn't take pics in the Catacombs without getting in trouble, so I don't have any of my own. Sigh!
I will spare the pictures of the mock people being tortured. It's horrible to think that this actually happened. Also, there are tunnels leading from the torture chamber to the Catacombs under the Monastery... And they try and say that those are all people buried there that were rich or that served in that church; Yeah right! Those, I believe, were many people who stood up for what they believed in.
On the way to this church we were in some crazy traffic. Elder Nix honked the horn to try and get through, and it got stuck! This long "Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!!" that seemed it would never end. Needless to say, people got out of our way! lol We laughed about it, but as soon as we had pulled up to the church, the horn went off suddenly by itself! The guys were going crazy trying to get it to stop. People started coming out of the church and looking to see what in the world was going on. It finally stopped, and we got inside. Then, the horn went off again during pre-service prayer. lol I really think God wanted to do something in this service, because from the moment we got there, opposition seemed to be present! During prayer, the chill of a fever seemed to take over my body.
I was supposed to fly home with my parents, as they had already bought my ticket home with them. The rest were flying standby. I got sick, so I ended up staying and missing my flight. I almost tried to go with my parents, but felt like I couldn't chance such a long flight being that sick. So I stayed back with the rest, and left the next night via standby! We all made it on the flight! God really worked a series of miracles. There were multiple employees that even broke rules and made exceptions for us. I remember praying and asking God to work everything out with the standby seating, and He did. It was like he booted people out of the way for us, opened up the seats, everything... I know it was Him!
We all flew from Lima to Houston, TX. Then I left the group and flew to Phoenix, and then from Phoenix to San Francisco.
We made it back!
I am glad to be back, but I do think of Peru often, and hope to return someday for another visit if God allows.