Forty-eight hours of travel, and she still looks radiant.
It was so late when Lyle and Lucy finally pulled in last night that we've only gotten snippets. I know Lucy's lovely hairstyle took an hour to complete and cost one dollar. I know on their hottest day in clinic the temperature hit 115 degrees, and I know Lucy was providing dental services that (cough) junior high-schoolers are generally not licensed to provide in the U.S.
Here are some things mentioned in passing that will require elaboration: a marriage proposal, a stabbing, and Lyle's "Rocky" moment (not Philadelphia, but African style) with children, dogs, and various goats joining him on his morning run.
Also promised, a concert by Lyle on his new instrument. He's found his beat.
Evidently it was in Africa.