As the plane descended through the clear sun bathed skies above Lusaka, the land below became visible. Open grass lands with scattered tree cover; what a sight to behold! As the plane touched down my impatience to be on Zambian soil and smell the clean hot air rose. Finally we disembarked; I strode onto the asphalt of the runway and made my way into the airport glorying in the heat and the sweat running down my back knowing I was almost home.