Living Waters

The Christian “campsite” where the partnership training is occurring this week is appropriately named “Living Waters.” It’s much more of what I expected Africa to be—thatched roof buildings in lush green surroundings. There’s even a peacock strutting around the property. The room I’m sharing with a lady from Canada is quite basic. There are three steel bunk beds, so we’ve spread out a bit. The room reminds me of Girl Scout Camp or places I’ve taken groups GA’s. We’re managing just fine. No screens on the windows, and only one large fluorescent light to illuminate both the bedroom and the bathroom, but we’ve got a soft bed, clean sheets, hot and cold water, and electricity. No complaints.