I package pills for Kelly and make labels for the pharmacy.  I think my cyst is coming back at the base of my thumb…So I enlist Adam’s help in making the labels.  He is another high school junior and is from Birmingham.

And it’s lunchtime…all we do is eat!  Harriet has made some delicious kind of meat sandwiches with avocados and tomatoes, and yellow rice with sweet onions.  All is so very good.  Lunch is upstairs, all 20 of them, in the pastor’s living quarters.  We eat out on the porch where it is breezy, hot, but breezy.

Some of us take a walk down the street, which is cleaner than the streets in Yoro.  The windows and doors are open, some adults and children watching us walk by.  They all smile as we smile at them.

A pig walks by with an a-shaped wooden collar around his neck, to keep him from going through fences I’m told.  The houses are anything but fancy but they look clean from the outside.    Plants and flowers are gorgeous.  Notice the chicken; it is real.

of some sorts. Bicycles and horses are the mode of transportation.  We do see small trucks occasionally, but most people
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