Big News- we've hit the big city! I call this "the fake world" because it is a land of marble and fake purses and Starbucks and westerners - we were welcomed by a Bob Marley reggae band at the Starbucks stage - hilarious! I have never seen Carol happier than holding her Diet Coke in her hand lovingly, happily, clutching it to her chest - the best Diet Coke she has ever had - LOL - even if it cost her $2.50 it was well worth it. We had hamburgers and pizza - some went to the Hard Rock Cafe - the Subway restaurantwas welcomed by many! Surely tomorrow we will regret it, but for tonight, no more pig paw! "How you gonna keep 'em down on the farm after they've seen Paree??" All the sick ones were mysteriosuly cured once we pulled out of the camp - all are well, happy, rested, excited, and THANKFUL! Tomorrow is the service at the Fellowship - after weeks of whispering and hand motions and eyes open, this is such a joyous day! Only when they check the passports at the door and keep the citizens out and only let the foreigners in does your heart break. Even though the rigors of camp are over and we are enjoying two days of rest and travel, we will be meeting some very important guests as well as leaving many supplies for the families who live in the city. Speaking of camp, good reports from every single one - great successful camps all over the country. AWESOME!! We left our camp today with heavy hearts - the kids had cried for two days and we were all worn out. Even little Peter- rotten, spoiled impish little Peter who drove us crazy all week cried and clung to the teachers. So sad. There was a teenage boy named Jackson who had a short leg, maybe 6 inches or more too short. Of course this affected his walking and he couldn't play sports with the other boys. He was from the very poor area and it was clear his life would be marked by his disability. I would love to find a way to get him some help. The poorer kids were great - literally plucked out of remote villages. They just flourished. I didn't cry at all until I said goodbye to Charles, our helper- then I burst into tears at the airport and cried like a baby. How do we fall in love with these people so quickly? And most we will never see again. Our eyes were opened to these sweet people in this very rural area. Remember the food we set out for the beggars at the dump? Itwas gone within minutes. I am so thankful we could leave them something. On a happier note, remember the "marchers" - the hundreds of little children doing military marches night and day? We had three glorious days without them - as we pulled out of camp our bus pulled over to let FIVE buses of marchers pull in - the cheering from our bus was a riot- we had been spared! We laughed and laughed at the picture when they pulled into camp - our hundred children sobbing and crying - WHAT KIND OF CAMP IS THIS??? Well, tomorrow is a LONG day of touring - ask for safe travel and good fellowship and sharing - and tomorrow is also our first WESTERN BREAKFAST - I think the Americans are sleeping by the dining room door to get in line for the cereal and eggs and toast - no rice broth or boiled bread or pig fat to be seen! Love to all - pictures should be coming! Cindy