Dear Fambly,
I've already learned so many things from my new comp, Elder Bingham! We've been brainstorming about ways we can motivate our zone to make missionary fun while effective. So if anybody has fun ideas they used on their mission, I'd love to hear them. Also, we made a radical decision to spend 4 of our working days only visiting members, asking for referrals and searching for part-member families. It'll be a bit painful getting this program in full-swing just as it's hard to work with members' programs, but our DMP is so excited about the upcoming transfers that we're now calling a ton of new ward missionaries to help us. Woot!
Lion Force - The gym we wake up at 5:15 every day to go to.
Elder Kruger's shoes exploded.
Little B-day celebration we had a while ago.
After passing through a pathway canopied by leaning fronds, we came upon an ominous, broken-down mansion. A bright French flag contrasted the ancient, should-be-condemned feeling of the structure itself. As we approached the crumbling cement stairs, we peered inside the house and beheld an apricot-shaped head pop out of the darkness. It hooted, "Bonjour!" and he began to hurriedly scuffle over to us. His eyes opened wider than humanly possible and his hair petrified by ten years of bed-head, I couldn't help but feel as if I was confronting a real-life gargoyle--named Papi! He invited us in to teach his son Caesar, a pretty old man, but not fossil-old like Papi. He seemed very chivalrous, and we learned he is a professor of Agriculture who lived in Mauritius and has retired here in Madagascar. The lesson went great, and Caesar surprised us by showing up to church! I'll tell you guys more about them next week.
Chased by Drunks:
Imagine a path with high, red-adobe walls, lined with skeletonlike, drunk ladies at the base, hammered from dawn 'til dusk. Right as you pass, they all catch your scent; some try grabbing your foot while some will actually roll over and chase after you. This last Saturday, Elder Bingham and I mistakenly struck up a conversation with a member on the path, and we didn't realize 3 of the zombie ladies silently surrounded us. We began to back away, and it felt like the cheesy scenes in "The Walking Dead" when one the survivors slowly backs into a dark corner, surprised by yet another zombie grabbing onto their shoulders to give a very-much unwanted massage and bite.
We squirmed our way out of their grasp while shuddering out of fear and total discomfort. They chased us, yelling, "Mitady mitsaoka izy ireo!" "They're trying to run away!" We dove into an alleyway, and they ran right past. Whew!
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