Sundays in Zambia - The One with the Documents
This post originally appeared in January 2010.
First of all, I had to have an Aliens Registration Card. At the time I had not ever heard of a non-citizen of a country being referred to as an alien so I thought that was hilarious. I was an alien. Heh.
Before I came to Zambia I was issued an International Driving Permit.
Come back next week when I talk about my attempt to teach cross-stitch at the Women's Missionary Union conference. Not a pretty picture!