It was a perfect day.  Our friends picked us up at 9:30 this morning.  Dorothy took over Shiloh and we went off to church with Gordie and Bear.  And then we drove to Bastos to a really nice restaurant for lunch.  The food was delicious.  The place filled up before we left.  There was hardly an empty table.  And we had a grand time talking over life.  We hit it off right from the start when they first came out to Cameroon four years ago.  They stayed at Shiloh for several weeks and we just clicked.  After a very leisurely meal we went back to their apartment to pick up some things they are giving to us.  And then back home again.

It was a perfect day in every way but one.  This is the last time we will go on a double date with them.  The last time we will sit and talk over everything.  The last time we will see each other.  It's the one down side of being a missionary.  Good-byes are so much a part of this life.  And it never gets easy.  Each one is painful.  Some more than others.  And this one most of all.  The bright spot is their mission might send them to Madrid next.  And if so, we will certainly find a way to visit them for a week on our way back to the U.S. one of these times.