Home in church

Coffee in the morning, but no sosoa (watery rice). Maybe tomorrow morning. Church was a great experience. The familiar liturgy, here too I felt back home. The singing of the congregation is wonderful with everyone knowing and singing. They had a large choir, mostly youth but a fair number of adults as well. The singing was wonderful.

The afternoon we divided up the pills and talked and shared. This evening was supper and an evening devotion. We spent some time talking with Mrs Harrison about Malagasy customs. I was told by her by her husband that there is a nurse here who started out with Dad and was there when mother died. I believe we are both eager to meet.

I notice that the women put their hair up in a bun for a formal occasion (Church), especially a married woman, and that the use of lamba by women is only a custom for the older women.