baggettes, visitor center, meetings

So, this keyboard is all out wrong! 

Our address is 56 blvd de l'evasion N°301 95800 Cergy le haut FRANCE.

To answer dad's questions--- no, everyone LOVES Americans! They think we're the coolest. They ask me about music and politics and stuff all the time. They love talking about Mitt Romney. I always say he's Mormon. French teenagers think Missionaries are so cool. And another myth about the France missions is that people don't want to listen to the gospel and that they wont get baptised. We are going to have 5 baptisms this transfer. We have one this Saturday. The people in France are so ready for the gospel. I'm pretty much able to tell people what I want to say, but the language that they teach in the MTC is NOT FRENCH, not at all.

Something awesome that happened this Sunday was that french people use baggettes for sacrament bread.

And if you guys want to brag about me, you can tell people that I'm a visitor center missionary.

Since I'm in one of the Paris zones, I have to serve in the visitor center in Paris once a week. It is right next to the modern art museum and Notre Dame.

My companion is a wizard at french. He's from Orem Utah haha. The only big touriste thing I haven't seen is the Arc.

I didn't know dad's bee company even had a name.

French cheese is so good, but we literally have zero food in the apartment haha.  We've had canned rattitouille twice. That's what missionaries eat here instead of top ramon.

The flight here was so boring and it was only dark for a few hours because we went so high north. Right after I hung up with you guys I got on the plane because they were boarding, so I couldn't call Brad or Melanee.

We do most of our lessons in the parc, but the last few days it's been raining.

So we're going to go shopping.

I'm really sad because 3 of my super good friends reported to the MTC on August 1st, right after I left!

Our church's temples are beautiful and light up at night and are like pure white inside and our pictures are of Jesus teaching people and loving people. 

The first thing we did when we got to Paris was contacting in downtown. That was nuts. My "mom" was Elder Hoopes.  I gave out a Book of Mormon and got a guys number but I had to give it to the elders in Paris.

Since my companion is a DL, we have to go to a billion boring meetings.

The french food (or what I've had of it so far) is so good. I love the juice!!!!