I conquered some food fears this week. Someone brought a plate full of tomatoes, crab and boiled eggs and expected me to eat all of it. I did. It was the scariest thing I've ever done but I did it. Please everyone, be proud of me!
Tuesday night we went knocking doors in a ville far away from town... we were excited and sure we would teach but... three hours later we were numb and had been rejected by every single person. We had a rather quiet bus ride home. Feeling down, we got up the next day and had the singlemost miraculous day on my mission. We found a miracle ami and taught him on his doorstep, engaged him to read and fixed another rdv, and contacted another golden amie who we also have a rdv with this week. Then I tried out E Ashton's method of contacting punk kids in English. Two guys were acting funny and talking about us so I looked at them and said, do you speak English? They were so surprised that they were like, uh, uh... uh... and I was like, you don't speak English? Haha, then I started talking to them in French and we became good friends. They didn't really want to talk about Jesus but I'm okay with being friends :) It was one of those days that you realize how cool it is to be a missionary.
Last week we walked into a Catholic cathedral and the organ was playing and it stopped suddenly and started playing James Bond. Everyone stopped in their tracks and turned around and we just died laughing. I had a video of some of it. It pretty much made my whole week, haaa.Anyway, we have had a lot of fun this week serving the elders because although we have seemingly moved past our insane opposition, they have NOT. They don't have electricity in their apartment so they were quite literally freezing every night, so we made them a meal of hot soup, hot chocolate sandwiches and cake and they were pretty grateful. Those poor elders, it has been a crazy transfer for them.
Anyway, we taught and testified like crazy this week. We had FIVE investigators at church and everyone there freaked out! They haven't seen anything like that in a long time. I love being a good missionary :) Plus my dad sent me the coolest package full of American food. I love being an American because let's be real... I love peanut butter and Orange Crush too much to be French. Ha, great week. I think this week will top it too.
Keep smiling, dear friends and family. The best is yet to come! I love you all :)