First letter from Madagascar!

It only took 4 weeks but, finally a letter!!
Dear Family,
       It's my first P-day here in Madagascar. So far I love it here. The best I could describe it is it's like a poorer version of Peru. Some people live in a house the size of Mom & Dad's walk in closet and they have 3 kids. The most severe thing I saw was a house just double the size of the last one with 8 kids. It's intensely poor here, it makes me feel bad but there isn't much I can do about it right now.
     I'm still getting use to the language, it's a bit of a challenge but, everything is going just fine. People won't stop telling me "Mahay be ny teny gasy" It's such a lie to say I'm really good, but hey whatever floats their boat.
     I've got a couple of good stories so far, first is about one of our earlier teaching appointments.
 So, we were going to teach a family whose bebe (grandma) is going to get baptized. So when we walk in, Elder Ortiz goes first since he knows what's going on. When he walks in, he immediately turns to his right and runs into the room and sticks his head out the window. I hear him yelling and I realize the husband climbed out the window to escape us! What the heck! Odd stuff going on there! The next story is just later in the house.
     So, we're about to start a lesson and an alarm starts going off. No one does anything and they told Elder Ortiz ''Oh that just goes off every once in a while for a few minutes.'' So after a couple of seconds of no one doing anything I grabbed it and flipped the switch to off and everyone was so impressed. It's like really? You didn't know how to move a switch? but, oh well.
     Well, a couple more things. First a nine year old girl reads the Book Of  Mormon. I asked her what her favorite book is and she tells me the Doctrine & Covenants. What kind of kid knows what that is? She's like the smartest 9 year old ever!
     So, that's those stories. Besides that, people tell me I'm amazing at Malagasy and they've never seen a person fresh out of the MTC talk like I do. Crazy. God just blessed me a lot. Whenever I'm teaching everything is clear and I can understand the people, but if I'm not it's a lot of hard work.
     Last funny story then I'll send the letter. So, I ate at a member's house last night. So she brings out a bowl with as least a pound if not more of rice. It's literally ridiculous, like how much rice we got in Peru the last day, or more. So  on the rice, they put something called loaka (pronounced lok with a short o). so I start eating, and about halfway through I slow down, it's really weighing me down. My spoon isn't completely clear when it comes out of my mouth. So she starts asking if the food's bad, telling me to add more loaka so it tastes good, she's freaking out because she thinks I don't like it. You could see the stress in her eyes, but I still have a bit to go. The she asks ''Tsy mazoto ny sakafo? Tsy mazoto mihinera?''  I have no idea how to translate that, but I just tell her the food's good. I'm just a slow eater.
     So, finally my last bite. I feel my body almost throw up, so I ask Elder Ortiz ''Did I eat enough?'' I'm going to throw up if I take another bite.'' And he says yeah, I pretty much finished. My stomach feels like it's going to burst, and I think the woman was depressed cause of me. Anyways, It's P-day and I'm going to email now. Enjoy the letter!
Elder Nash
I looked up what laoka is
(laoka [ˈlokə̥]). Laoka may be vegetarian or include animal proteins typically cooked in a sauce often flavored with ginger, onion, garlic, vanilla, curry powder or occasionally other spices