Friday, May 31, 2013

May 27, 2013

Hey family of mine,

How are yáll? I´m glad you got to visit with Ladee and Kirk. That´s super cool. 

Mom, I´m glad your flowers are growing and that you got to eat an abundance of vegetables. When you look at Ladee´s lemon tree, you can think of me too... they´re all over the place here. Things are progressing-ish with the hna who had the dream. She loves learning more, and she loves reading the BoM with us, she just has a big family with lots of responsibilities, so it´s tough to find time to teach her and she has a hard time getting out the door to church, but she´s great. Her family is super pilas (like, great). 

Dad, that´s cool that you and Lance are homies. I miss normal (non-flea-bitten, with both ears and tail, without flesh wound, clean, friendly, etc) dogs. Someday I´ll be able to cuddle a  woof woof again. I can almost cuddle this one puppie of familia Cano. His name´s Bull and he´s really cute, he just likes to bite me with his pointy puppy teeth, so cuddling gets a little tricky. I don´t envy your drive home, but I do envy your California quality time. It´s a great place to be and even greater when there are people like KLAC to spend your time with.

Thanks for writing and for all the love and support. 


It´s thundering right now. It´s been raining for three days. We get soaked a lot. The other day, we entered a house and within 30 seconds, it started POURING. We were trying to have a lesson, which is really hard with tin roofs, but I think it went well. My favorite part was as we were singing (ok, let´s face it: shouting) the opening hymn, Oh Little Town of Bethlehem, and the very first line was talking about how peaceful and silent everything is (as the rain pounds racously on the correagated tin above our heads). I just couldn´t handle it... I just had to laugh manaically. Afterwards, we prayed, and I offered it in the loudest shout I could muster, but even so, when I screamed ¨amen,¨ everyone was still in prayer position, so then my comp looked up and screamed amen in the ears of the investigators. They caught on. As soon as we finished the lesson and said the closing prayer, the rain stopped very abruptly, making us think maybe God wanted us to be in that house at that moment.... We stepped out the front door and into the very muddy road when I realized that I couldn´t possibly forge through all of this without ruining my last pair of shoes (I gave away my other non-hole-y pair), so I took them off to cross the river (aka the street). You may be thinking, what a stupid idea, but if I had had my camera with me, you would not be thinking such things. The water was half way up our shins, and we had to get to the other side (as a side note, the ¨why did the chicked cross the road¨ joke is not a joke here. It is a legitimate question that people ask several times a day, because chickens are always crossing the road for no apparent reason).  We made it across just fine and I put my shoes back on. Then we got to the next river (aka the next intersection) and I realized this would be a long day of taking off and putting on my shoes. We finally made it to the calle principal and crossed over to dirt roads of the dionisio. At this point, I saw the water rushing down the dirt road, carrying big fatty rocks with it, and I remembered the plethura of glass, trash, and random scary pointy things that line the streets of Honduras. It was in this moment that I realized that I can always buy new shoes, but I cannot necessarily buy new feet. So I made the plung. Let me just say, when it rains here, the rivers which are the streets are super strong, and I was glad to have my shoes as a sure footing, because we almost got swept away like 3 times. It´s not dangerous, it´s just inconvenient. Also, it makes VERY slippery mud. I slipped like 5 times and almost went down in full mud and water. Happily, I have a companion, so when I started to go down, I grabbed her and pulled myself up. haha. 


I can´t remember if I´ve told you all that the power goes out all the time here. Usually it goes out during the day here in Olanchito, but this week, it went out once in the night time. We have a mission rule that when the power goes out after dark, all missionaries have to enter their houses. I always thought this was a stupid rule... until the power went out after dark. It was so dark, I couldn´t even see my own hand in front of my face, and suddenly every punk in all of Olanchito decided it would be a good time to go Gotham City on us. Luckily we were walking with some young men from the ward (one of whom is the biggest, most intimidating man in all of Olanchito), so it wasn´t so scary, but it was super hard finding our way home. We were super blessed in the whole situation. First becasue we were with those young men. Second because we were relatively close to home. Third because we had just bought mini flashlight keychains (because all of the elders in Coyoles told us about when the power goes out after dark) for our backpacks and candles for the house. Fourth because we didn´t have any super important citas to go to. It was super creepy though. People change in the dark. 


This week we had the privilege of meeting some strange (but harmless) people. We were shouting at the door of one of our investigators when suddenly we heard, ¨don´t worry. Don´t get discouraged.¨ We turned around and saw this man walking toward us. He then proceeded to tell us, ¨If they don´t want to accept you and hear the word of God, brush the dust off your shoes and move on.¨ He then started to walk away, but when he saw our puzzled looks, he told us again, ¨don´t worry. Brush the dust off your shoes and move on.¨ Hahaha. I´m pretty sure we won´t be condemning the city quite yet. Also, that´s a priesthood ordenance, so that´s not really a concern for us. 


One of the sisters of one of our investigators asked us, ¨hey when´s your next baptism?¨ We responded when the next one was if she´d like to see how baptisms are in our church. She said, ¨I want to get baptized.¨ Well that was a surprise. We´re going to work with her and see how serious she was. haha. 


At least three times a week, we teach the zipotes lessons. We all either sit on the curb of the boulevard (their are I think 5 paved streets in Olanchito and that´s one of them) or in the street and we sing hymns and teach them the lessons. We´ve decided we are Wendy and they are the Lost Boys. But really. It´s actually super sad. Almost all of them live by themselves or with an aunt or grandparent. Their parents all live and work in other bigger cities. They´ve got some tragic life stories. We´re hoping to undo that.


I met a very small dog named Pulga this week. Funniest thing of the whole week. (Pulga means flea).


Things are good, God is good. Never give up and always go forward in faith. 


Love you all oodles,

Hna Bayles, the barefoot missionary


p.s. Tell Marylin Allen I say Hello and I love her!

pps. Same for the Whitings and the Waites and the Hilbi. :)

ppps. And everybody else. Cause I love them all. haha. :D


ppppps Is Nancy still alive? Does he miss me? I would like picture evidence, please. :)

Holar Familiar! (that there´s Spanish. hahahahahaha. That wasn´t funny until now when I can actually speak Spanish. hahahaha)


Missionaries are crazy people; they´re happy almost all the time for absolutely no reason. Cheers. 


It was awesome seeing yáll too! But the funny thing about living in Honduran Parowan (a small town where everybody talks to everyone about everything haha) is that every single appointment I went to for the next four days, everyone said, ¨hey, I heard you cried when you saw your family this Mother´s Day!¨ hahaha Apparently they have nothing better to talk about. Also, they really like me, so I guess I´m kind of breaking news for them. hahahahaha. By Wednesday people were saying, ¨Hey, I heard you cried so much when you saw your family on Sunday that there was a river coming out of the family history library and they had to use 3 mops to clean it up!¨hahahaha. Oh Honduras. The funny thing is that even investigators somehow knew. Word spreads fast here. haha. Anyway, it was GREAT to see you all. :)


Mumsie, I liked that quote a lot. Don´t you worry about my shoesies. I´ve got another pair in my closet, I just like the ones I´ve got. I can buy new ones if I need em. I would like an ensign and Lorenzo Snow in English, but I can get them here, and if not, they´re online so no worries.  It´s crazy how fast everyone is growing up and how everyone´s doing such great stuff. Augh! So cool. In my mind, I like to imagine that everybody´s just sitting around doing nothing while I´m gone like they´re stuck in some giant grape jello, but I know they´re all changing and doing great things with their lives. That´s kind of the point, though, isn´t it?


Speaking of which, word to all of my friendolas back home. I was thinking about my Applewood possie today, wondering where they all are in life. If anybody knows what´s going on with Karen, Liz, Holli, Carin, Kessia, and errbody else up there, hook a sister up with some knowledge. ;) Is Holli back from China yet? Have Carin and Kessia moved to Siberia yet? Did Jessie ever find the girl of his dreams? I just don´t know what goes on in the rest of the world. 


Faja, sounds like the printer is out to get you. Be careful; I think it knows where you sleep. Ummmm dear Elise, stop growing up faster than is necesary, I fully expect you to still be a baby when I return. (how the heck do you spell necesary in English? I´ve tried like 3 times and they all look weird. There´s two of something somewhere, but heaven knows where). I bet the graduation will be fun, even if it is in french. haha. I was thinking about it the other day, and it´s official. Whatever french I learned in before the mission is DEFINITELY gone. I was trying to remember how to say even one word in french, and I couldn´t come up with anything. I couldn´t even remember how to say ¨I.¨ My brain has two languages, maternal and other. If it´s not English, it´s other. There´s only one slot in the öther¨ section, and right now it´s full of Spanish. Poor French. 

I was riding a bus to Tocoa this week (because apparently it was necessary to go there for 2 zone meetings this week! ugh haha) when I realized that all of the emergency signs were in Portugese. It was awesome, and it made me think of Eileen. :) I´m jealous of your plants, but not of your camera situation. That´s a bummer, but the good thing is that you can probably pull the memory out and save the pictures no problem. I loved the puns. Also, I loved the mother-wife quote. It´s so true and definitely something the people here need to hear. 


Ummmmmm ok. What can I tell you about this week? I didn´t have changes, so I´m in Olanchito until at least the end of June. We climbed a ¨hill¨named Pacura last Monday and it turned out to be a really big mountain. It was an adventure to say the least. I felt very Nephite walking through the jungle, following a man who brought a machete ¨in case of anacondas¨ haha. I think he was bluffing, and we didn´t get eaten and we didn´t die, so all is well. I DID have my first tick encounter in my life. Apparently there are a different variety of ticks (garrapatas) here that only live in the mountain. Aside from the 30 or so I pulled off my hands and arms as we were walking, I got about 20 on my legs and stomach. Taht´s WITH long pants. But no worries, we´re completely fine (all of us except for the ticks, that is. They´re a little worse for wear). Also, if you ever go ¨walking up a hill¨ (Honduran for extreme hiking... who knew?) in Honduras, be prepared to sweat more than you ever have in your life. My clothes were already soaked by the time we got to the river, so it didn´t really matter that we got wet haha.


Anyway, we´ve seen tons of miracles this week, and I had to play piano for district conference. Also, when people say a flute will be accompanying you in church, they actually mean a recorder (like 5th grade music class style). Also, a woman we were working to reactivate walked 45 minutes barefoot to get to church this week; lest you think you don´t want to go to church this week, think again. You have shoes.

I hope you´re all groovy woovy and that you´re happy happy happy. I´m going to paste my letter to the pres cause it´s a wicked awesome experience. It´s in Spanish, so you´ll have to guess what it says or use google translate.
Hey everybody! Mom (i.e., Yvonne) asked if I'd provide a quick translation of the first paragraph, so here it is:
Hi President!
Everything is great here in Olanchito. We're working hard and enjoying our time in this marvelous place. We had a rather lovely experience the other day. One of our investigators was having difficulties but didn't want to talk about her problems with us (she's a little shy).  We were talking about the Restoration and she wasn't understanding very well. We were explaining what "prophet" means when Sister White said something about how prophets can speak directly to God and Jesus Christ, which is a privilege that we don't all have in this life. Suddenly our investigator's face changed and she looked surprised. She said "You guys haven't seen Jesus Christ?" When Sister White said that she hasn't seen the Lord, our investigator looked more surprised and said in a very reverent voice, "I have. I have seen Jesus Christ." She told us about a dream she had about Jesus Christ, that he descended from the heavens and spoke with her and with other people, that he called her by name and gave her a hug. In the middle of her story, we realized that she was explaining (with almost the same words as the scriptures) the moment when Jesus Christ appeared in the Americas in 3 Nephi 11. She has never read even one page of the Book of Mormon, but she was explaining the story as if she had just read it. We listened, and in the end, she realized what she had shared with us and she got embarrassed because she thought that we thought that she was crazy. She asked me, "What do you think of my story?" and when I explained that I thought that she had had a miraculous experience, she felt relieved and said that she wanted to be baptized because she knows that it is necessary and important, but that she can't be baptized because her husband doesn't want to get married and she knows that she needs to leave behind the sin of fornication before baptism (we hadn't talked about baptism or marriage). We read the verses in 3 Nephi 11 that she had dreamed about and we promised that if she reads the Book of Mormon each day before her baptism, God will provide a way. We're going to read the Book of Mormon with her every day.
God performs miracles every day. I am very grateful that I can hear and see miracles in the lives of others each day.
Greetings to your wife.
With regards,
Sister Bayles
Cheers! Love you all oodly doodlies!

Hna Bayles

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

May 6, 2013 - With Pictures!

Hi guys,

Roasting Marshmallows over a candle
This week I think I want to send a few photos, so this might be kind of short. I don´t have many photos seeing as we carry our cameras even less here in Olanchito than we did in Puerto, but I´m going to send what I´ve got. 

Did I ever tell you all about the awesome adobe houses in my area? Most of them are smaller than my bedroom back home, and most of them house more than 4 people (let´s be honest, usually more than 6 or 8). The majority of them are out in the campo in the colonia 25 de noviembre where we don´t take our cameras, so I don´t have any pictures, but one of these days, I´ll get a picture. We have three families we´re teaching out there, and one less-active member, so we´ll probably be spending quite a bit of time down there in the next few weeks. It takes a half hour walking to get there, so we mostly visit all of them at once. There are a lot more houses with dirt floors here, a lot more people without electricity and plumbing, and a lot more people who cook their meals in an adobe wood-fire stove.

We did a service project down in the satelite de la 25 de noviembre this last week where we patched up the spaces between the planks in a tiny one-room wooden house. They said the light comes in through the slats and wakes them up in the morning. We cut up a cardboard refrigerator box and nailed it over the slats with shoe tacks to keep out the light. I was the designated ¨close to the roof¨ nailer, because I was the tallest. I had to stand on a wicked old log to get some of the higher areas, but we got most of it done. We´re going to go back and finish some other time when we have more cardboard. It was a service project organized by the ward, and I think it turned out really well; the family was really pleased and grateful. They´re like 60 years old, but he got hit by a taxi last month and his leg is super gnarly, so he can´t really do anything. 

Quidditch, anyone?
We also helped clean the church building this week, because it´s been under construction for a bit and there´s dust everywhere. It´s so interesting to see how people clean differently here. For example, when we cleaned the church building back home, we only ever cleaned the inside; I suppose it never occured to us to clean the outside. Here, we cleaned the outside for several hours, and this is how we did it. Spray with hose. Dunk brooms in trash can filled with water and mysterious ¨soap.¨ Scrub every visible surface with broom (walls, cement, walkways, planter boxes, roof). Spray with hose again. The church looks great. For a while there, it (and we) were very wet. 

Started another English class. 

We found a lot of new people yesterday. I think they have a lot of promise for the immediate future, but who knows? We totaled 16 new investigators this week, which is (a record for us!) good because we just dropped pretty much all of our other investigators. We had so much hope for them, and the saddest thing is that each person we had to drop had already accepted baptism and had been progressing for this whole time. God´s timing is God´s timing, but sometimes I just want His timing to be my own timing, you know? But oh well. Someday they´ll get there. 

4 of the news we found are punk teenagers. haha (aka future missionaries and future priesthood holders). They´re friends of Edy (dunno if I´ve told yáll about him?) who´s name, it turns out, might actually be Edil. It sounds exactly the same, just saying. Anyway, we´ve been having to teach Edy in the street lately because he´s not allowed to leave his neighborhood after dark (which is to say after 6 in the afternoon). We usually find him playing soccer in the street or just chilling with his friends on the side of the road. We always invite his friends to join us, but they were usually too busy pretending not to listen to actually listen, but this last week, they´ve been more and more receptive. It finally got to the point where we were singing a hymn to start the lesson with Edy on the side of the road when we realized that his friends were starting to gather. Then Edy called over all the rest and said, ¨hey, quit playing futbol, we´re gonna say a prayer and learn about God!¨ We were sitting on the curb and all of his friends were sitting crossed-legged around us, like a kindergartedn teacher in front of her cute lil class (a member who saw it said it looked like a bunch of chicks huddled around a hen haha). Edy was telling his friends to be respectful and listen (and they did). One of them who took particular interest in me (don´t worry, he´s a harmless zipote) was asking us if we could get married while we were in Honduras. We said no. He asked if we could have a boyfriend while we´re in Honduras. We said no, that that was definitely prohibited in the mission. He asked us how long a mission was. We told him a year and a half. He said, ¨man! I have to wait so long!¨ (hahahaha). That´s when we decided to teach 10 teenage boys the law of chastity, right there on the side of the road. hahahaha The best part is that they were totally receptive and really seemed to get it. Of those 10-ish boys, 4 have been in other lessons consistently and carried over to last night´s lesson. We were sitting at an old wooden picnic-style table in front of a pulperia-food place teaching Edy when we heard the gate open and close behind us. We were singing, so we didn´t really look up, but we heard it open and close again and again and again. We finished singing and turned around to find 5 of Edy´s friends sitting there grinning. We invited them over, and they came. They prayed, we taught them, they asked lots of questions, and they prayed again. These Huirros. haha. They´re good kids. They all said they want to serve missions (mostly because they want to go somewhere else in the world). We told them that was a possibility, but they had to learn more and be baptized first. hahaha. Anyway, we´ll see what happens with them.

MOTHER´S DAY CALL. I´m planning to sign on to my old gmail account (the mjbayles one... hopefully the username and password are the same) to use google chat with whoever is available around 6:30/7 Honduras time Sunday night. I believe that Honduras is on the same time as Utah right now, but I´m not 100 percent sure. You´ll have to check that out. If that time doesn´t work... well, I dunno. (We´ll leave Monday or the next Sunday as a backup plan, no worries). 


That´s cool that you got to spend time with the fam. We´re finding the same ¨we´re Catholic, but we love what you´re teaching¨ business here all the time. haha. The members are helpful, but the work would be so much easier if the members were more involved in finding investigators and friendshipping investigators/recent converts. It´s so true. Loved your puns! haha Thanks for all the love and support. Love you lots!



I loved your manly tree-ripping story. Reminds me of a book, or a movie, or maybe just my imagination of some giant ripping trees out of the ground. The Birthday celebration sounds fun. I hope all the fam is doing well. That´s great that you got to see Nath for a bit. You´re ¨let it go¨ bit was awesome. So true. And I´m grateful for the Harry Potter reference. I´m in withdrawals. Thanks for everything! Love you tons!


Hi the Lewises and Lukers! Love you guys!

Elise sounds like a doll. :) I´m excited to see all of the annoyingly consistent videos you´re taking of her (HINT HINT) haha. That´s cool that you got to go up to Parowan. I pretty much live there, just in Honduras. That stinks about Greg´s superfrozen fingers. I´m just glad he´s still got ´em. I´m glad your marriage class is rockin. I bet it´s super fun. Loved your joy in the small moments thought. Thanks for that. :) Thanks for everything! Love you mucho!


Lots and lots of love, 

Hna Bayles

Hola mi querida familia! April 29, 2013


Your trip sounds fun and awesome. I bet it wsa great seeing everybody. We´ve pretty much got the best familia en the world. I´m glad you didn´t let Arie get hit in the head by anything hard haha. That is one precious noggin. Gotta take care of it. I bet A and K´s patio is awesome, mostly becasue I know that A and K are awesome, but also because I know they do awesome stuff. I´m glad you got great up to school safe and sound, and that he´s got this time to enjoy Provo in its glory season. 

I wanna see pictures of Ellie (both of them, really, but especially human Ellie). Also, say hello to Grandma and Grandpa for me and wish Grandpa a happy birthdya if you will. ;)

Arie is a great kid. I´m a little sad that I´m missing the last years of her childhood. Frankly it terrifies me to think that she´ll be entering young women´s when I get back. Where does the time go?

I liked your story. Is it something you wrote, or something you read? I always love thinking about the pioneers. I think people forget sometimes how much we should be willing to sacrifice for Lord. Christ suffered ALL manner of afflictions so we can have eternal life, and when we have to suffer through even just a small affliction, we decide that it´s too much to bear and we give up. If we could all just be a little more pioineery in our faith and endurance, we would be giants in spirit and character. Wicked. Hey, before I forget, ask Ari if you want to read about my favorite lesson to teach and Honduran quirks, also about my tan forehead (I got permission from my mission Pres to write her, and that´s part of what I wrote her this week). 

Also, you´ll be happy to hear that every single dog here is either named ¨Bobby¨ or ¨Doggy.¨ It´s a funny place, Honduras. 

Love you oodly doodly doos!



I met a 93 year old man last week. Believe me, you´re not old. hahaha. But seriously, of all the 68 year-olds I know, you´re the youngest (and coolest). 

That´s so cool that you are listening to my mom´s CD. She´s got a great voice, and I´m sure the family is extremely proud of her (I know I am). I´m so excited for the day when I get to meet Grandma Ellis and take a walk with Grandpa Ellis. I dunno, I´ve always felt a strong bond to them, and I hardly even know them. I´ve decided that´s the injustice of being the youngest. I had to say goodbye one by one to all of my loved ones in the pre-existence, then sit around and watch them all have a jolly-good time together. Then, as soon as I make it to the party, I have to start saying goodbye to them again. Of all my siblings, I get the least amount of time with the family. First, because everybody left me solo in the pre-existence, and second because I can never catch up to them in years they´ve spent with the family. It´s completely unfair, I´ve decided. hahaha. The good thing is, I´ve got forever to spend with them. :)

Your cat story is funny. We have a random black cat that likes to cross our path. No wonder we´ve been having bad luck. hahaha. Sometimes it just sits in front of our door, waiting for us to come home so it can cross in front of us. 

I´m glad you got to see everybody and that you had a happy birthday. Also that you have your favorite picture of me. I´m trying to think of which would be my favorite picture and I´ve got nothing. haha. 

I love the Lorenzo Snow manual. I´ve been trying to get my hands on a copy in English, but seeing as I can´t even get my hands on a Spanish copy, I think I´ll just have to find one when I get back. He´s a very wise man (as are all the prophets). I suppose that´s what happens when you walk and talk with God.

Love you like cake with sprinkles!



That´s great that you got to spend time with Arie and Gwogurdy. It always stinks having to say goodbye, but you´ll get to see them again soon. :) No worries. Although I still think it´s unjust that I get the least time with you and faja (if you´re confused at this point, refer to Eileen´s bit).

Olanchito. Sometimes I call it Olanchiters (Oh-laaaaan-cheeters). It just seems right. haha. I love Olanchito, but I have officially decided that I cannot ever live in a small town. You know it´s bad when you know where to take a bigger step in the road because you know the potholes and rocks perfectly. I walk down this one certain road at least 5 times a day. I need a new road. haha. The good thing is lots of cool people live on that road, and it´s the road to Rubi´s, the most magical bakery in the whole world. Bakeries don´t usually exist in Honduras, except in Olanchito, where Parowan took over Honduras. The woman who bakes everything is named Luz. She loves us. If you want to talk about lighting up Olanchito, we´ll just talk about Luz. Yes, her name means Light. Yes, her life work is the light of Olanchito. Baked goods. Yes. 

But the gospel is also good. haha. Most people here are very closed off to hearing the gospel. It´s actually been a very difficult area to open. It´s heavy work opening an area, I´ll tell you that. BUT. Every morning we put on our shoes and we walk until we don´t want to take another step. Then we take a thousand more. We talk until we can´t say another word. Then we open our mouths and let the Spirit take a turn. We do all we can until we´ve given all we´ve got. Then we give a little more. That´s the spirit of missionary work.

I´m amazed every day by how good the members of the Church really are. 

The majority of the people here are very open about Christ. They speak of Him, they preach of Him, they advertise Him on every bus and every taxi. But the problem is (to borrow a phrase from Christ Himself): with their lips they do honor Him, but their hearts are far from Him. Yes, they´ll talk to you about Christ for hours on end, but ask them to come to church for one hour, and where is their faith? Bound up in ¨I´m-too-tireds¨ and ¨but-my-head-hurts¨ and ¨I-need-to-cook-lunch¨. Ask them to change their lives and where is their devotion? Caught up in ¨I don´t need to change¨ and ¨I have my own religion (but I don´t even go to my own church).¨ The problem with the world is that people are willing to believe, but they don´t have real faith. You can believe all day and never have a grain of faith, because faith leads to action and change. The people know about Christ. The people speak about Christ. But they won´t act for Him, so they can´t love Him. I don´t have much more time, so I´m just going to add bullet points, but I love you tons and tons!


*chickens here live in trees, not in chicken huts. 

*Momosa trees exist here and they´re HUGE


*HAPPY ANNIVERSARY LAUREN AND KIRK (Kirk, you´ve officially been in my life longer than you haven´t. I´m the only family member that can say that. haha). 

*Aundi: if you watch the church film, Mountain of the Lord in Spanish, you will have the incomparable pleasure of hearing Spanish spoken with a Scottish accent. Cheers.

*There was a parade for carnival. There was a giant Iguana float. It was crazy. No one was home. 


Gotta go! Love you all.


Hna Bayles 


Fun fact: puzzles here are called rompa-cabezas. (head breakers, essentially).