Things were mighty quiet around here without the Linfield Team. In the afternoon we went with Ruth to the artisan market. The vendor who decided to call me “Mama” saw me and greeted me warmly. I called, “Mon fils!” We laughed and laughed and I moved on. I've spent enough money in his shop. I really wanted to see the whole honeycomb of shops, so we made our way through aggressive hawkers just to see whatever there was to see. I learned that when hawkers step in my path and say, “Madame,” all I have to do is deliberately and resolutely keep walking and they will step aside. I would do a lot more browsing if the hawkers would just leave me alone! I bought a gift for my parish which, of course, I will not describe here to the whole world before I have even presented it. Barb was smart and did some tough dealing to buy 20 small ebony elephants to take home as gifts. (Oh my, maybe I just gave away a surprise to a reader or two!) Barb and Ruth sorted out left over medical supplies to distribute in the villages. Joe started feeling poorly and Ruth has a dreadful cough.
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