April 2 "Shoprite is open! Halleluja!"

Saturday! I tried to sleep in, but the other guest house across the way had other plans. They were pounding and banging and talking and watching TV by 7 am….But that’s ok. I felt well rested from the early night last night.

Lazy was the name of the game today. I caught up on some emails and some Internet things, read for awhile, and attempted a work out in my room instead of walking over to D&D’s for a bike. I never know if they’re going to be there in the morning….Anyway, after T and I were both showered and ready by 11 am (Mrs. A saw us first then and was worried about us because we weren’t awake yet….hahaha), we planned a bit of our trip to Paris while doing laundry. You may be thinking that we have a lot to do before then and a trip to Malawi coming up soon, and you’d be right, but crazy as it sounds, we needed to book a place to stay since we’ll be there in a little over a month! Wow, time has flown. One month left here….

The monotony of the lazy Saturday was broken by a trip to the grocery store in the late afternoon. Not a big deal, normally, but this time, it was! You see, T and I have had no food, really, since before we went to Livingstone last week. And when we came back to Lusaka, Shoprite—the grocery store with the best prices where we don’t have to pay an arm and a leg—was on strike. So the place was closed all week. So T and I were running out of options, when suddenly the good news came! I had been talking to a friend in Germany about all her excitement and fun of the past few days going and seeing new people and places, and here I was, equally excited to go grocery shopping! Happiness is so relative. J

So, bags full of groceries and a dinner at Nando’s (a chicken place, like all the restaurants in Lusaka. I had a “pine burger” aka chicken sandwich with pineapple) later, we headed back to the campus to settle in. T and I, however, were invited by M, a girl our age on campus, to experience some of the nightlife in Zambia with the locals. It was a very interesting and fun night, full of the phrase “LSK, where dreams are made.” I don’t know if that’s true or not, but T and I had a fun time hanging around a few people we knew from church for the evening. J