So this week was pretty bunk in the fact that we didn't get to spend
very much time doing missionary work. On Tuesday I went on splits with
Elder Florence. He had to get his legality stuff taken care of so we had
to take a train all the way to Lyon, then we walked up a million
stairs, then he signed some papers in an office that reminded me of the
DMV, then we had to walk back down the stairs, then we took the train
back to Paris where I met back up with Elder Webber. On Wednesday, he had to
translate for the soeur (sister) conference, so i just studied while he
was doing that. Thursday was the elder
conference from 10 until 4 and then from 4 until 8 we had a shift in
the visitor's center. It takes us an hour to get to Paris so our whole
day was taken up. On Friday we do weekly planing for like 3 and a
half hours. After that we taught some lessons and visited some less
actives for the rest of the week. I gave someone a blessing, in French.
and I've never even done it in english before, so that was nuts. I had no
clue what I was saying. On Saturday night,
when we were visiting this same family, there was a random dude there, he was another son that we had never met. They came to church on Sunday and they brought him to church too and he was super cool. He's a
balla.
At the elder's conference we went to they told every equipe (companionship) to
plan to have one impossible miracle happen (and to write it down). Elder
Webber and I planned to find one person who has been prepared and is
ready to be baptized before the transfer is over. We had found a couple
amis but none of them really seemed like the miracle we were planning
for. Last night while I was praying I had this strong feeling after I
asked to find someone who is prepared that we had already done it, we
had already found our miracle. So now we just gotta find out who it is I
guess.
The pigeons i was talking about are like the size
of seagulls but they don't have the same wingspan. Elder Webber wants to go to the
Louvre today.
While Elder Florence and I were walking around Paris
waiting for a train I found Nicolas Flamel Street. you know, the creator
of the sorcerer's stone!!!!
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| not sure these are "the stairs" but I found this on a google image search. |
oh!!! so at Cergy St. Christophe there is a GIGANTIC
hill with a million billion stairs and grass next to the stairs. We had
a rendez-vous at the bottom of the stairs and we were running a little
late, so Elder Webber takes off down the grass and makes it down super
fast and I was at the top still, just watching him, then he's like "come
on, hurry!" from the bottom of the hill. So I started running down the
stairs....slowly. Then I was like forget this and I started running down
the grass. I WAS FLYINGGGG. I was running toooooooo fast. I was running
so fast that I couldn't control my legs. I fell. hard. and roll. a lot. I
felt like a ragdoll. I had to wash off my pants in a fountain. the
rendez-vous guy didn't even show up. haha.
French shampoo is worthless!!! (that's why no one uses it) so I'm gonna buzz my head.
Dad... I really want to go tuna fishing again and dove hunting.
We haven't heard much about the Paris temple.
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