The other day we went out to the bush into the small villages.  I really, really enjoyed it.  The kids saw our cameras and obviously went crazy.  I took about a million pictures.  I exhausted all my knowledge off Makua in about a minute and then we went off of body language: made faces at each other, hand shakes, clapped, made motions to communicate…  These people just keep talking to me even when I look at them completely confused.  They think if they say it 12 times, I'll understand.  I don't.  But it's funny.  And then I just say the same thing I said before like "how is your family?" 

We also did a Bible study in this little straw hut with some guys, and I didn't understand a word of it, but it was still pretty cool.  I mean, that's about as missionary as it gets.  I couldn't feel any more "out there."