Today is going to be a short one because we had lessons this morning and little time to write. But I will try not to leave out too many details ;) which shouldn't be too hard because this week's theme remained pretty constant: FOOD.
Tuesday "Trunky day"
We spent some time on Tuesday trying to get school stuff figured out for after the mission and it felt like stress was just flooding our bodies and leaking out our eyeballs, hahaha. At the end of the day, we went to a Tahitian family's house for a birthday party and they stuffed us to the rafters. They kept saying, "YOU'RE SOOOO SKINNY! EAT!"... we won't be skinny for long if this keeps up... to add to the excitement, I had a nightmare the other night that I married a Tahitian and his whole family was trying to force feed me because I was "too skinny" to be in the family... Soeur George also must have been having some interesting dreams that night because she kept sleep laughing at full volume and yelling "HAHAHA!!! Ahhhh Soeur!!! Good one Soeur!!! HAHAHA" Apparently, I was cracking some pretty funny jokes.
Eating with Elizabeth.
Elizabeth invited us over again for dinner this week. I was quite hesitant after my LAST experience eating at Elizabeth's... and for good reason!! (Confined to the bathroom for two weeks). Well, this time, we WISHED we had diarrhea because she (no exaggeration) force fed us 4 different courses, all the size of mountains. Despite our whining and grimaces, she refused to let us stop eating until our plates (that she kept refilling against our will) were cleared. We got to the point where we literally had to eat the third and forth courses STANDING UP so that we could fit everything... then we went home and took a nap because we absolutely couldn't do anything else after that.... She almost brought out the 5th course of chicken and potatoes before I literally begged her with my hands clasped together to let us take it home instead because we had "no food in our fridge".
"Don't let your beauty go to waste!"
A young African man sat down in front of me on the train and told me I was beautiful. He then continued to inquire about my children (that I don't have, you know, missionary.) Then he says, "NO CHILDREN!?! Don't let your beauty go to waste!!! The clock is ticking! You need to start making babies! And you need to have AT LEAST SIX!!!!" And he wasn't even Mormon! It was definitely one of the strangest things an African man has ever said to me, hahaha.
We were asked to sing in the Stake Choir, it was so lovely!! I have really missed singing in choirs. My favorite talk in conference was given by a sweet little Italian man from the quorum of the seventies. He shared a story about how his wife was an incredible cook and yet got so frustrated when they moved to America because no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't successfully create any of her Italian dishes with the American ingredients she found in the stores. She finally broke down into tears and one of her friends gave her an American cook book and said with a smile... "Here! Now you can make yummy food with the ingredients you have!"
He compared it to the way we often try to force and change the gospel to fit our culture, the way he and his family tried to change and force America to fit their Italian culture. When in reality, it should have been the opposite. We need to change and prepare ourselves to fully embrace and follow the gospel.
Oh yes, we also ate food after stake conference, hahaha.
And we found a spider the size of a contacting card on our way home.
Well I am going to go do some sit-ups...
I love you all!!
I feel very honored to have had the opportunity to serve as a full-time missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in the France, Paris Mission.