|This is the baptism of Vivaldo this past week. The YM's President baptized him (he knows English and is hilarious!) |
We should hopefully have another baptism this upcoming week. (Comment from his Mom: Look how thin Tanner is!!)
I'd like to start off by saying that children's TV down here is down right horrifying!! Whenever we go over to a member's house for lunch they're always watching it and it's hard to look away. They really like clowns down here. They have a show called "Patati Patatá", which is about these two clowns and it's pretty scary and all of the kids here love it. I thought that was the end of the childhood trauma, but I was sorely mistaken when the other day they had Bozo The Clown. He in fact looked nothing like Bozo The Clown and appeared more like a serial killer with terrible clown make up. He was assisted by his oddly shaped friend, Cigarette Steve! He sounded like an 80-year-old lady who has smoked since she was 12.
And on another exciting note I almost saw a woman die the other day. We were at the bus station (the bus is always an adventure down here) and usually whenever a bus arrives everybody storms it and fights to get on. This lady got too excited and ran out into the road and smacked right into the side of the still moving bus. There was lots of screaming joined with my companion saying "doideira!" (madness!)
So the people here always do the same thing whenever they meet me. They usually assume I'm Brazilian until they either:
A. Hear my gringo accent, or
B. Look at my name tag and make a funny face while trying to pronounce my name.
They then look at me and say, "Você não tá Brasileiro?" (You're not Brazilian?) I then respond no and then they ask me if I am any of the following:
American (the most common answer)
and one time they asked me if I was American and if I spoke Chinese.
Anyways, that's about it for the week. I'm going to go ride the bus!