It's Thursday already. We lost a day somewhere on the air plane along with my (Julie's) lugage. One of our vans broke down on its way from the airport to the hotel. Five of the six ladies helped the driver push it to a near by gas station. God is still good, we are all safe and sound, we were able to get another van without much of a delay, and my lugage is suppose to arrive shortly. We had a good chicken dinner at a near by restraunt and crashed immediately after dinner for some much needed sleep on a soft bed.

Sliven welcomed us today as we began our building project. No less than a hundred gypsy children watched us as we worked. The whole team worked hard building block walls, mixing cement, and moving and removing blocks from one side to the other. The people of the village all wore smiles, yet the poverty is unimaginable. We made great progress, we got the walls half up today. We hope to finish the walls tomorrow.

We dont know what tomorrow holds, but we know who holds tomorrow.