Look at what I did! This was a new first here in My Country, and I was very proud of myself. Can you guess what’s in my bag? My harp! No, it’s not my big American harp, but it’s still a 4-foot tall harp. I brought it across town to play for an English worship service with other missionaries, all by myself.
Those of you have been reading my blog for a long time may realize that this isn’t my fist blog post about carrying a harp on a moto. To catch up on the back story, read:
Dear Mr. Pole Vaulter – blogs.ethnos360.org/susie-locklin/2013/04/05/dear-mr-pole-vaulter/
Dear Mr. Pole Vaulter, part 2 – blogs.ethnos360.org/susie-locklin/2015/01/21/dear-mr-pole-vaulter-part-2/.
I guess with the help of God, an old dog can learn new tricks! (Yes, at age 29 I have been feeling very old lately.)