A Week of Lasts

Last night, as we were gathering around the table at Edrinnie's house to pray for the food, Dixie mentioned, "Ah, so every day this week is the last". Indeed, being Sunday and leaving next Saturday, he is right. The last Monday, the last Tuesday, and so on...starting with the last special Sunday dinner, with the Khoswe family, and Mary and Dixie Banda. Most appropriately, it was smoked chambo, a Malawian favourite.

It was also my last day at Zomba Baptist Church. It was a joint English-Chichewa service that went on for 3 hours. But the 3 hours were great hours. I got to see the pages of the Bible spring into action, especially during the reconciliation of two members. We also had baptisms, which I'm glad I got to share in. The whole service was so great that it kept me from feeling too sad.

It was also the last Sunday-evening volleyball, very fun as usual, with lots of laughs...usually following blunders - my blunders that is! But I'm getting better! I want to keep it up back in BC.

I also had a first today. At lunch, Mike, Chris, and I went to the botanical gardens that I've been wanting to explore for a while. There weren't that many flowers, but lots of cool trees, and interesting terrain. Got some nice pictures of the Mulunguzi river.

Oh, and another first! I baked my first cake from scratch (with the encouragement and supervision of Edrinnie). It turned out nice and moist. We brought the "maiden cake" (as Edrinnie called it) to the celebration BBQ at the Pastor's house after church on Sunday. Above is a picture of Pastor Funwayo and his wife Victory.

Tonight I'll be pulling overtime from home to try to assemble this data analysis into something coherent to present on Thursday. This data certainly isn't as straight-forward as my first project.Hopefully by then I'll have some sort of conclusion...*nervous laugh*