We were trying to find this lady on Saturday and came to a door with three different numbers on it. We didn't know if we were in the right place. So we knock on the door and this black guy answers. I looked at him and could tell that he was not Dominican so I spoke to him in English.....Blank stare....I tried again in Spanish assuring him that we are missionaries not cops (because now that we've had a car for two weeks everyone thinks we are cops). He was a really nice guy and turns out we wasn't Dominican but from some tribe of Africans. He came here on a slave ship, but the ship got marooned in Brazil and they all speak Spanish now. Anyway we contacted him and are going to go over there this week.
We are working hard. Nothing really new and exciting.