Backing up slightly to set the scene for our return trip to Lusaka, shortly after stepping off the bus to Livingstone, Amanda chimed in "what do you think the odds are we could fly back?" I quickly confirmed, "REALLY good." The bus trip was very enlightening, but we just stepped off exhausted. Somewhere between the lack of air conditioning, the patches of non-existant pavement, and the scary bathroom stops we lost all energy. We emailed Susan, the director's wife, and asked if flying back was a possibility. Her reply was flight information. She said about 85% of bus riders fly back (so we're not wimps!!).
Our flight was humorous. "Security" once again consisted of us simly confirming we didn't have anything scary. The Lord did come through in a big way though, because there was a weight limit per bag because this flight was a 12 seat puddle jumper. My bag needed to be at or under 15kg, and it was exactly that.
For the first time I had the opportunity to see out the front windshield of a plane I was flying in. No need for a loud speaker, and the flight attendant was more in the way than helpful. 1 hour later we bounced down the runway in Lusaka, Zambia.
This time we were rested walking through the airport, and had big smiles when we saw our ride there promptly to pick us up. We arrived at the Mulungushi Housing Village, a walled/secured community where Family Legacy rents a number of houses for the summer.
We went by the director's house to pick up the remainder of our luggage, and were dropped off at Villa 13 where the Paces and Storms were already settled in.
We quickly got to know them all and freashened up a bit before gathering up at the dining hall for our orientation. We all went around introducing ourselves, then heard a little bit about our schedule for the week.
After dinner we headed back to our villa and passed out, excited about church the next morning.
