The Lord isn't going to do CachiBachi with us!!

Okay team. I am proud to say that Lindon and I are proud owners of hips that move like some of the latins we danced with on friday! We went to the institute kickoff and I had been told that there was a dance but didn't really believe it until Lindon and I entered the dance floor and it was packed, we only had about an hour to get our groove on...so we did. We learned bachata and salsa dancing before the night was over and went home peacefully to our humble aboad at the temple. Saturday, we didn't think we were going to teach but last minute our assistant director told us that we would be traveling to a pueblito called Monte Plata, about an hour and a half away from the capital. We adventured onto a public bus that took us there with no hiccups. We taught about 18 people in a beautiful capilla and it went well from all aspects. We were dropped off by the branch president there to a restaurant that looked like a tahitian hut, we enjoyed incredibly sizzling pork chops with choices of french fries or tostados (patacones or fried plantines...a delicious treat) It was a super satisfying experience I would say. We then proceeded to where the bus was...was supposed to be I mean, it had left 10 min before we arrived so...Jeff you need to read this and believe this man...here in this town they do not have taxis...they have moto-conchas...I know that second word is bad for you but...its like a moto-taxi okay...anyway out in front of this bus stop/station there are like 7 or 8 men and their bikes, and once there here the phrase "Where did the bus go?" They saddle up on their boss hogs and come to our rescue! Lindon and I got on the backs of these guys motorcycles with them...like it was a taxi...but it's motorcycle and we were raced off to try to catch up to the awaiting prize...the bus...only to mention...the last bus out of Monte Plata. They raced as two flipping greyhounds after the bus and as we were approaching and nearing and approaching and getting closer...the bus left our eyesight and we thought all was lost. The moto-taxis left us on the side of a road...literally and after recieving their wages...30 pesos they were on their way. They told us to wait because hopefully a bus would be coming from some other place that I don't remember the name and would pick us up. After about 20 min of waiting we were picked up and started our journey back home to the temple housing.

Now, to explain the title...Does anybody know what the word Cachibachi means? It was definitely used in sacrament meeting today during a talk about youth and their leaders and the family proclamation to the world. If anyone has any comments or revelations about this word...please do tell. We went to a different ward this week in a place called Nazao. We were invited by our good friends The Roberts (A missionary couple here in the temple) who have been very kind and generous with us. We went to a cute 60 person branch in a place about 45 min from the capital and met a future major league baseball player and his coach which was super cool! He is a 16 year old kid who just got signed to the Texas Rangers for $800,000...yep let me say that again...$800,000. He is 16...that kid is making bank! It was a fun adventure! And the rest of the day has been pretty chill for us, we ate, and speaking of food...the avacadoes here are to die for!! I feel bad because I practically ate the entire thing! Anyway...this is how the cookie crumbles! haha