Lalalalalalala...Oh, we're writing now! Today we went to a morning service where grandpa taught on being made whole. Then we ate a nice lunch with the leaders of our work in Zambia. They gave me a new shirt and a couple of Zambia hats. According to our guide, Zambia's national colors are green, for their vegetation, red, for the blood that was sacrificed for their independence, orange, for their minerials, and black for the color of their skin. I wore my new shirt all afternoon. I call it my party poncho (photos later). I like cats. Now we are preparing for tomorrow. We have a surprise trip to Victoria Falls and Livingstone. We leave at five in the morning! Maybe I will wear my party poncho, tra-la-laaaaaa!