Day One Hundred and Eighteen

The day stretched out before me.  I wrote the last of my thank you cards to my supporters.  I rode to the Post Office and mailed the letters.

The niece of the post mistress greeted me in English and translated for me.  Meanwhile an older auntie held a friendly baby who kept gazing at me.

I went to the prayer meeting on my bicycle as the sun was setting, warm and shining.  My teammates were home from their long travels, and their children were home for the summer.  I sat down beside them.

After fellowship we had donuts.  My teammates lifted my bicycle onto their roof rack and drove me home.