Soeur Pang and me at the Mission President's home the first day.
Nuns are called réligieuses in French. People think we are réligieuses. This patisserie also resembles a réligieuse and is thus called a réligeuse. We are essentially eating ourselves.
The traditional pizza kebab. Every bleu (newbie) must eat it. Sorry it's sideways. I don't have time to flip it. Apparently the owners of this restaurant are being taught by the missionaries. On Paris P-day, when everyone is allowed to go to Paris there were a good 20 or more of us in the restaurant. Good times. March 24- je crois.
This is at the Exposition about a 30 second walk from the Pompidou. It is good times, let me tell you. It's in the gay quartier/neighborhood. Fun times. No- I really love the Expo, we get a chance to show what our church is about and find references that way. It's also good to see other missionaries so regularly, I'm not gonna lie. You need some support from other people, who know you really aren't a crazy religious fanatic. It helps that there are 160 of us.
Heartshaped burn. You know how I roll.
I see this everyday on the Tram home. 
This is actually a French Fry vending machine. Yeah this exists in Asnière.
This is me today - the Seine is too the right. The Hotel de Ville of Paris is right behind me.I arrived, I'm alive, and I'm writing to you from an internet café. My, it's a strange world.
Here's the goods. I got here a week and a day ago. My companion is Soeur Pang from Tahiti- thus she is fluent in French. I'm pretty lucky. Comprehension is a little tough for me, and especially contacting, but I'm working on it. I am amazed at the people in this place. You see everything from completely non-believing to so much faith in God. It's beautiful. But tough. Religion is a touchy subject. And people have all sorts of reactions to you being a believer. Lots of people think we're Catholic nuns - religeuses. Interesting. But things are good. I'll blog more.
I love you all. Take care and leave comments!
Aimant,
Soeur Hathaway
