Everything is going great. our biggest problem is the bishop and trying to get baptisms scheduled. We still have like 11 or 12 lined up for the next following weeks. I have asked quite a few people to follow the example of Jesus Christ and be baptized. It's so awesome being a missionary. The days are pretty long, and it does get tiring, but seeing people progress spiritually is so awesome! I love being out here, and so far I've enjoyed every minute of it!

There are quite a few funny things that have happened. So far chickens have walked in on the most spiritual parts of the lessons, and people breast feed EVERYWHERE!

Another thing is the other day we were walking down an alley, and so while we were doing that, I stepped out to my left over a puddle, and i slipped on the side and my foot fell into poo water! gross! so when I went to the nearest investigator/member house, while I was washing my feet the entire 4 households came out and watched the vazaha wash his feet off. it was so gross! I was wearing my grey pants and then they were black, and black water was coming out for quite some time! I never, ever, ever want to do that again!
So later that day anyways, there were kids dragging each other around on a sack for carrying like a 100 pounds of rice. So I got on the bag and told them to pull me around! It took four kids to pull me a total of 6 feet! it was so funny watching them pull me! they were trying so hard! After that I played one of their games with them and we went out with the ward missionaries.
One other thing is I was called a redneck since I've been here! I had no idea what the kid said to me... I just wrote down the word and walked off. Then later I asked a different Malagasy who spoke English and he told me. Imagine, I still can't get away from people saying redneck to Americans even here.

Well besides that there is only the taksibe. the taxi rides aren't so bad here... it works out just fine and and whatever, I'm not scared for my life, but they stuff about 35 people into a van like 3 feet shorter than our old one. It's called a taksibe like I said which literally means a lot of taxi. pretty weird, but it's cool. I go everywhere in them. it's rare that we walk home or to our proselyting area.