On Wednesday, Jean, the man who works at the house, cleaning and maintaining the outside, drove us to what is called the Artisan Village. It is a showcase of Burkinabe products and wares. We bought a few things, and then went to the American Club for lunch – where we ran into one of the […]

So its now 9:30 pm. After my nearly 2-hour nap in 107 degree, power-out-air-deadstill siesta time, I’m wired and doubt I’ll be able to sleep any time soon. The church next door is having a revival, so I suspect I would be hearing plenty of noise anyway. I’ll tell you about the day, but first