Brest - 4

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We've been learning how to drive stick this past weekend because we have a car every 3 weeks. Some people end up driving a good hour to get to church. So there is need to have a car, and also knowing how to drive it. Voilà, there is a lot of jolting in the car, lots of scary moments in the middle of round points when there are about 10 cars behind me and I stall out the car. It's magical when I can't get the car to go when the light finally turns green and we're on a hill. But, I have had more experience driving than Soeur Fabiano, so I'll probably be driving. Here's a photo of Elder Schroeder teaching us how to drive in a parking garage. Notice the driving hat.


And also a head we found in the middle of a parking lot while driving.


On Sunday, there were two fantastic rainbows. They stretched across the entire sky. It's been raining a lot in Brest- which means my hair is a poofball and my nylons are covered in mud.


But we're working hard- or trying to. The work here is a little hard- people are not dedicating themselves to finding out, but I guess we better improve our method.

We did exchanges this past week. Soeur Fricard (from the Southern France) and Soeur Soutmont (from Belgium) came from Versaille. This is Soeur Fricard's favorite place she served and when she found out they were opening it to sisters again she nearly died, but President Pond asked her to train in Versaille (she's been there 5 transfers! = 7 months). So when she found out she was doing exchanges in Brest she nearly died. We had a ton of fun. Both of them want to learn English (Soeur Fricard speaks really well and Soeur Soutmont is going to learn really well because most of the companions that remain are Americans) - so we were switching off and on the whole time.


(In front of the Train Station to send the sisters home on their 5 hour trainride.)






We had a massive family home evening the night before where we played jeopardy with about 20 people. The elders were also doing exchanges so we had 8 missionaries totaly in Brest on Monday night. Good times. Lots of pingpong playing.





And lastly- the cake that the sweetest investigator made- Lilia is her name. She's from Armenia and she is a doll; but she's facing opposition from her husband and she's a refugee here. Things are complicated for her in getting baptized and it's been several months since she's met with the missionaries, but she is amazing! Her family needs the gospel. Her kids will ask me to teach them about Joseph Smith and we sung hymns last Sunday. On Monday when we met with them, so Soeur Fricard could see them again, she made us this lovely thing. You know how I love chocolate. Next time I'll have a photo with this cute family.



à la prochaine!

 

Half Way Through the Transfer

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I've been in Brest for 3 weeks. And it's been so so lovely. The weather is unpredictable and all that, but both Soeur Fabiano and I feel like we've worked harder than we ever had anywhere else. And that feels really, really great! We have to keep on working hard. I don't know if it's the place or my attitude that changed. Most likely a combination of the two.


(Thank goodness for blogger's draft saving- if only emails did this. Here are a few photos of the past week.)

We ate the Brest special. Annie, a member of the ward, makes every missionary (and some members) eat the Brest special which is a crepe that will most likely make you throw up. She says she can add something from the sea or from the forest and the surprise awaits you. You can eat as many crepes as you want as long as you s'il vous plait, she'll give you a crepe. Then you ask for the Brest special and you have no idea what you're going to taste. Well, about half way through the crepe I saw this red gooooo and I nearly threw up but I had to eat it, it's tradition. And about 3 minutes later I was hurling in the bucket and so was Soeur Fabiano. Ick!

But here are some ok pictures of it.



(That's Annie in the background)


Oh and the birthday was really, really nice. We were planning on doing a passback when the Elders called us and said we should show up at MamiCia's, a convert of 3 years who is so, so wonderful. She had prepared a whole lovely meal and shared it with us, she said it was to celebrate my birthday. I was very, very content with this birthday. :)



And MamiCia's for our everyother week visit.

 

Week 2 in Brest ends, Week 3 Begins

Posted by heathen at 5:10 AM

The District Relief Society meeting close to Vanne, France. Check out this area on Googleearth. Brest to Vanne area, absolutely beautiful country side.













Chateau in Vanne with Soeur Fabiano with the relief society.





Morlaix Bridge- Morlaix is our new favorite city. It's a half an hour train ride from Brest, and it is perfectly preserved with adorable little cobblestone streets and ancient homes everywhere.



Elders Schroeder and Bentz and Soeur Fabiano and me in Morlaix.



My delicious birthday surprise. This was tasty, tasty. I didn't connect the dots from questions Elder Bentz was asking yesterday about my favorite fruit and my birthday being the next day. But look at this little baby. They were also making very smoky smells in the kitchen while I wrote emails, and I thought it must be food they were burning. No, they were trying to light the candles. They did not succeed but I blew them out anyway.

 

Brest Special

Posted by heathen at 2:27 AM

I haven't yet eaten the famous Brest Special yet- crepes that make you vomit, but here are a few photos detailing just what's happened.






First Day in chapel, April 30- KILLED my baguette in the microwave. Apparently it was set to 900 degrees. I left it in for 1.5 minutes and it was gonnnne. It smelled for several hours. Whoops!


Rainbow


Soeur Fabiano and Me



View of Brest from our church above the supermarket Lidl.

 

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