|Fanta came out with a new flavor this week (in Mada)|
|My Christmas nativity (ft Taylor Swift & the Pilgrims)|
So, we went to Shoprite again this week, the place that is just like the Provo Mall. We met Americans there. I was literally speechless like an idiot. I was standing in an aisle looking at cartons of milk and I hear a lady behind me say, "Sorry" because she was trying to get past me with her cart. I turned around and just stared, it was so weird. There are seriously no people who speak real English here except missionaries, so I was kind of freaking out. Also, for that same reason, that no one speaks English, we are in kind of a habit of being able to make vocal observations to each other, just because no one understands. I walked like three feet away from the cart and shouted to some of the other guys that there were "people speaking English over here." The family probably felt pretty awkward.
Cool story to end the email. So we teach a guy, Herman, out in Manazary every other week, because he is a security guard and is gone every other week. He kind of randomly started being WAY diligent lately. Learns way well, seriously talks like he's already baptized, it came out of nowhere, he wasn't like that when we first started visiting. He showed up at church yesterday and said, "Sorry, I know I said I could come to church, but I have to leave after the first hour, because I have visitors at home and I have their lunch in my bacpack." Such a stud, it's an hour walk one way to the church from his house, and he walked all the way just to come to testimony meeting then walk back.
Things are going good for us overall right now. Talk to you all soon!
(Some more pics to enjoy!)
|Some recent converts wanted to be in a picture with everyone back home.|
|My homies in Ambohitrarahaba|