A mining town

Friends from one of the Abancay churches have been visiting the village of Piscoya every month or so.  Enrique, who is married to my friend Rocío, has distant family there.  He invited me to come along with him and Ana (Rocío's sister) as they have been asking questions about water.

Piscoya is in a mining area, and the houses were a very different style and reminded me of the Lake District slate mining villages.

There's no church, but one family who consistently offer hospitality and want to hear God's word.  We visited them and had a mini church service outside in the sun.

While we were there, two other ladies came along and asked if we could visit them also.  One, Elsa, stayed to hear what Enrique was saying.  The other, Paulina, arrived just as we were leaving to wait for the bus home.  But the bus didn't come and didn't come, and we were able to spend an hour with her in her home.  It was wonderful to be given the time to talk with her - she was having a very difficult time and really wanted to hear from God.