Salama legume! Legume salama!

Salama legume! Legume salama!

Quick Note: Elder Hammer is feeling better, and we are back to our normal schedule! Great week, settled down a bit since Easter, but the weird experiences continue.

• Punched a Chicken in the Air: Elder Hammer and I were walking down a path full of chickens. Usually, they are polite and simply step aside. However, there was one cheeky chicken that jumped up, wall-jumped off the wooden fence beside the path and came flying at Elder Hammer. Elder Hammer ducked, so it came towards my shoulder, but I decided to punch it for some reason. I punched it in the chest; it hit the fence and tumbled into pothole. I felt oddly confident for the rest of the day. Plus, no more chickens messed with us.
• English Class: One of my passions has been teaching English each week on Saturdays. I try to make it fun with activities like telling stories (I told the story about accidentally saving that girl with my leg), dream vacations and random games. Our class has grown from 5 to about 15, a good sign I think! This last week, we did dream vacations, and one of our investigators (Arsen) got up and described how he wanted to fly to America, not land, but parachute, have Obama welcome him, exchange some small talk and a present, see all the states and finish with a bowl of ice cream. Way funny!
• Language: Malagasy seems to be coming in stages. I'm beginning to understand most of what people say, but it's the 'Malagasy thought' I still don't get. While I understand the individual words they are saying, it's still incredibly hard to discern what they intend to say. Otherwise, it's going great! I especially love talking about food, sports, places in Madagascar, Madagascar's history, and farming (ridiculously interesting).
• Ismaelle Baptism: The son of Herimael's family (who were baptized a couple weeks ago) got baptized this last Saturday. He's a math genius, and he loves Lebron James. Before the baptism, he got really nervous and said he wanted to do it next week. Then, his dad came over and said, "Ismaelle, I've waited too long for this. Don't postpone it." Woot!
• The Daily Drunk Dancer: There's a guy who sleeps on the main path in our area. Right as he wakes up, he gets drunk. I love seeing him though. Every time we see him, he always has his arms lazily lifted above his head, and he's doing a slow, two-step dance. With a gigantic smile on his face, he looks down at his feet, hums quietly and diligently salsa dances.

Sorry, didn't have to much time to write this week, and once again, I forgot my planner, so I'm sure I haven't included a few experiences. Welp, next week!

Mbola feno fankasitrahana ho ny antsoko manompo eto Madagasikara aho. Tiako mitohy mivoatra ary manatona akaiky kokoa amin'i Jesoa Kristy isan'andro isan'andro. Fantatro fa marina ity fiangonana ity!

Love,

Elder Soper