Last Monday for P day we went bowling. It was Elder Schneider's turn to decide what we would do, so we just let it go. Although let it be known that all future P days will be spent doing things especially French. And Soeur Carter and I didn't want to play a game of normal bowling, so we made up CHALLENGE ROUNDS: flamingo, blind/partner bowling, moonwalk, granny, professional, speed, and no holes. Soeur Carter and I ended in a tie-how's that for companionship unity? Ahhh yeah. Elder Johnson, who was struggling from the get-go, doubled his score in the last round with two strikes and a spare. Wow. And for left-handed bowling, Elder Schneider had to support his left arm with his right hand in order to hold on to the ball. Oh, the French.
That night we headed up to Clermont-Ferrand for an exchange. Soeur Green and I spent an entire day looking for a woman who we had met in Lyon. The bus we needed was rerouted due to construction so it didn't stop anywhere on the way to her house. It took about three hours to get there walking. On the way, we met a super nice lady who gave us directions and will be a member some day. She just loves her family so much. We also tried to sign up at a funerarium. I've always wanted to do that, but for whatever reason, my tag or my yellow raincoat, they said no. We took the bus back and got there in like twenty minutes.
We stopped by the great and abominable church. And by that I mean a huge, Gothic cathedral built out of black, volcanic rocks. Yikes. Then we found a less active's house.While we were talking with him from the hallway, a lady came down and told us she called the gendarmerie on us because we didn't have the right to be there. Typical. We got back later than planned with the only keys to the apartment, so Soeur Carter and Soeur Hiltinen had to wait for us. Then I found a Hood scarf left in the dead pile. Snatched that right up. It's a scarf with a hood built in. And it came in handy the next morning when we left the apartment at 5.20 am. We got back to Lyon, showered, and went to a genealogy meeting with Frere Léporé. Turns out the Soeurs Carter and Hiltinen weren't the only ones stuck outside of their apartment the night before. Elders Schneider and Johnson locked their keys inside. They called some guy to come help them out. In Elder Schneider's words: It was the first hit on Google-sketchymuslim.com. He said they almost couldn't get a receipt from him and he only took cash. 
That night we had another exchange with Chalon 1. My daughter's equip. Soeur Koyl said I wasn't hard to recognize because she knew I'd either wear a giant Russian coat or a bright yellow rain coat. True. We had some solid lessons with our ami Moussa who we're going to give to Ecully soon and Promise who will be baptized soon. Together, Soeur Koyle and I went to La Verpelliere and found some maps of the area. We visited a less active and did some porting. People were very friendly there. Also, I will send out a picture of the less active. Let me know which movie character you think he looks like.
We dropped off the sisters right before English class. During which, I told the story of being chased by a rooster. They loved it. After, during our spiritual thought, we taught about families and one guy started asking all these great questions about the Plan of Salvation, so we scheduled our whole English class for an appointment.
We also saw Emmanuel on the metro and got a pizza from him. He's the best. He asked us to start a petting zoo with him. Turns out it was a joke. Mince quoi.
We met a recently moved in LA, soon to be reactivated, and met with Soeur Cholet the nonmember coming to church for twenty years, and Pascale. And btw we were on exchange again, this time with Dijon. Soeur Floisand and I ate at Pascale's and supported her desire to get her patriarchal blessing. We found a woman named Aghosta in Villefontaine and taught her family a lesson. Her sister is unbelieving, but she and her family are very believing. The daughter, Princess, was really excited to get a BOM in French. Aghosta was psyched for one in English. And we were psyched to have this wonderful family to teach. She also showed us a more convenient bus to take to get to chez-elle and to another member's house. We took it the wrong way though because it wasn't actually marked on the sign and probably my brain was falling out of my skull by the end of all these exchanges. 
So we did some more porting. We met a Buddhist woman who was very delightful and approved of our approach. We had church with Jean-Gide and Promise there. Promise wanted to sit with Elder Asay, so Elder Asay translated a lesson on Joseph Smith for Promise into english. Yes. We raided the old Gerland apartment to get our cheese raper back. We needed it because we made zucchini bread this week and had to shred it ourselves. Then we met with a man named M. Gayet. He was delightful and showed us all these old photos he took from WW2. He was an impeccable photographer. His pet ferret Gaspar escaped because he knows how to open the door. He told me I could hold him. So I did. I used to want a ferret. Still do probably. So I was playing with Gaspar and half listening to this old man talk about him. Then he says, Oh yeah and he doesn't like women. And SNAP! Gaspar the ferret bites my hand. I love ferrets. At least he didn't pee on me. One more thing. This week, we saw a man checking the walls in our building. By this I mean I light brushed a section of wall with one hand, held up a flashlight, and called it good. Next floor. Vive la France.
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