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Missionary Moment: some days i go into town and it is a heinous struggle to accomplish simple tasks. it feels like and sometimes is that every single person i speak to is aggressive, offensive or just plain rude. But then other days...like today...i go to town and my french is working and my limited malagasy is also working and people are friendly and enjoyable to practice language with and i get a new tidbit of personal information in the super slow relationships i am cultivating. and my taxi drivers don't hit on me, laugh at me or drive like madmen on drugs. AND THERE WERE CRACKERS in the store! I have pined away for saltine crackers and also cheddar cheese. AND BOTH HAVE ARRIVED IN DIEGO in the last 4 days! i nearly passed out....in the isle. They must think Americans are very strange or at least me...i have hugged a pack of crackers today, done a happy dance over flour tortillas last month, looked like a hoarder when American bbq sauce arrived, and gasped in thunderous praise