Yesterday I needed to take Paul to the RENIEC office, which is where every Peruvian (Paul is Peruvian because he was born here) has to renew his ID card. Since he is a minor, I, as a responsible adult, have to request the renewal, and I have to show my ID card to do so. Since my ID card is currently being processed, I have to show my passport. I looked in our safe. Not there. I looked in my briefcase, bookbag, inbox, outbox, floor around everywhere, on my dresser, desk. Gone. Ughh. A horrible sick sensation came over me thinking about the huge hassle lying in front of me to get a replacement passport. Police reports, trips to Lima, changing all the paperwork in process because of a new passport number. Uggh. I did find Amy's passport so I loaded her into the truck and took her along to the RENIEC office so that she could be the 'responsible parent' (In more ways than one!). Luckily, the RENIEC employee was the only other person in the office and the paperwork went smoothly. Even better, when we got home, Sarah found my passport in my bookbag in a hidden pocket that it had fallen into. I put it immediately in the safe and felt a huge sigh of relief!
Amy has gotten markedly weaker over the last few days. She wasn't able to go downstairs for breakfast, so had breakfast in bed.