International Christian School of Luchadores

Here is a photo from "Nacho Libro Night" at our school.

I never want to see spandex again.

The kids dressed up too:

The coolest part was when we stopped the movie to watch a dramatized wrestling match on a fenced trampoline. The short clip below shows a father wearing his 11 year old's sweat pants completely dominate the "Calculuchador" whose shirt claimed he would "put the fear of mathematics inside of you."

Listen to the chant of the little children. So young... and yet so bloodthirsty.

No Sale Mi Dedo, likely blockbuster of the year

Movie Summary:

On the way home from a church trip, Andrea gets her nail stuck in her purse zipper and is saved by an unlikely hero. Spanish with English subtitles provided.

Madeline: Andrea’s finger is completely stuck! Here we can see it live. Andrea, say something please.

Andrea: Huh?

Madeline: Say something.

Andrea: (whining) My finger won’t come out

Madeline: Miss Page is doing somethi… It came out! It came out! good!

Eden: (winks into the camera recognizing her moment to shine)

Madeline: Eden helped, Eden helped.

(I sense that I didn’t actually quite get the translation of the first line completely correct. Can anyone reading this who understands Spanish better than I correct me?)

ICSL Goes Commercial

So one day last month, when we looked outside the windows of our school, we saw something very different on our front lawn.

The building had been repainted, grass had been uprooted for a pathway, and the front had been covered with a new daycare facade all because apparently the director of a commercial - probably the crazy dressed guy in the picture below - decided it was the ideal spot.

Here is the commercial and translation below for your pleasure.

A father is dropping his son off at a nursery.

Dad: Ok I am going to leave you now

Son: Ok dad. (voice changes) Ahhhh! Oh no! I have hit puberty already!

Dad: Yeah yeah that happens, see you.

Little girl runs up:

I am actually 30, but drinking Ovaltine stunted my growth.

Little boy runs up:

Watch out for the demon-possessed nursery attendant.

Nursery attendant walks up:

Remember that tomorrow you need to pick up your son at…(voice changes) I am legion and we are many! Watch out that I do not enter you as well!

Dad: Ahh! A demon! Better drive away leaving my child to his imminent doom!

Various Announcers:

That’s why you need Movistar Demon Detector. Its friendly chime helps you to know whether or not a voice change is due to something completely normal like early puberty or stunted growth or if it is due to demon possession.

Dad: Woah Woah! Does it protect me from demon possession too?

Announcer:

Demon Wards are included!

Voice over:

Movistar, Protect yourself from Beelzebub and his armies.

Oh those foreign commercials! Always so crazy!

To see more about the making of the commercial and spot more of what our school looks like, watch the movie below.

A Day with Family

A Thursday ago, I found myself and most those who go to my church piling into two big buses and heading an hour outside of Lima all for the noble end of spending time together and getting sun.

First, we were divided up into groups of colors and we competed with one another for about three or four hours. Usually only one or two people from each color group would need to step forward and play one of the games while the rest of us sat back in

the sun and chatted.

Then came the moment we had all been waiting for. The scores for all the games had been tallyed and the pastor can be seen in the video announcing the runner up.

Afterward, we went swimming in an extremely crowded pool. My girl friends and I were tormented with cat calls and whistles there and even got an "Ooooooh como las chicas de Baywatch!" Unnerved, we got out immediately...

and we went on a walk, just girls.

And then the best part came. I got to hold my favorite infant for a while and had some good conversations with older church members. Then I pulled out my frisbee and taught some girls how to play. Afterward, relaxed, I feel asleep in the sun.

Going home, I shared 4 seats with 7 people. Cramped, I stuck my feet, covered in style thanks to the socks Dale sent to me, up on the seat in front of me. Peruvians don't know what to think of me as they think of looking like an idiot as something to be avoided at all costs.