Today's French Fact comes straight to you from my new collègue, Soeur Hulme: The French are very dramatic. You can tell by looking at a French keyboard, where you have to press the shift button to get a period, but not the exclamation point. Go figure. Also, I'm currently listening to dubstep pirates. What. Up. Can't beat French internet cafes.
|Emmanuel and SR. Meyer|
|all my black men|
We met with another ami, Pierre with a member named Soeur Martin. They're both a little out there. It started getting really crazy when we started talking about the feelings of the Holy Ghost. Yeah, had to reign that lesson back in. We also found a 20 euro bill on the street. Last time this happened, I was with my best friend in the whole world, Lauren, and we went to the farmer's market and bought ice cream and temptations. And a hamburger. This time, with the permission of our ZLs, we bought delicious French patisseries.
|Suin Jo and Sr Meyer|
I got to meet a bunch of members throughout the week, which is good because my comp and I will rarely be together again for the rest of the transfer. We're back up to doing 10 exchanges a transfer. One of the aforementioned members, is a little old woman named Sr Petit. I saw her picture in our member book and was terrified. After assuring me that it really was just a terrible picture, I consented to venture over to chez-elle. Bad idea. She's way scarier in real life. So nice and a concert pianist, but I just almost jump every time I see her. Oh yeah. Then we took the only bus out to this tiny ville near Salle. It was a ghost town essentially. The member we were meeting there totally bailed on us and there wasn't a bus back. Ever. So we wondered around in the desert for a few hours. Eventually, found a toilet and some snacks. A little later, another member picked us up and brought us to their house for lunch. They happened to have had the Elders over au meme temp. So we all got a ride back together and had to cancel some rdvs because we were planning on being back a lot sooner.
|Does it look like Sr. Hutchins is holding|
these girls hostage?
Soeur Hulme bio. She's 20, from Draper, UT, and likes basketball. We run every morning. I fell twice because I don't wear contacts and the cobblestone is rough. She likes to wear colors. And she's super chill. We get along.