This is my, I'm a dork picture.
This week has been awful. I'll be honest. It was so bad. I just sit here and laugh and laugh because it was so awful.
Monday
night I found out Soeur Li had to go on an intervention in another area
of the island. FOR 3 NIGHTS. That means for 4 days I was going to be
working with the ward missionary. Who doesn't like me. At all. It was a
very rough three days. The Tuesday
was pretty good, just because we had lessons scheduled all the time,
and I made her study on the beach instead of inside the house. Wednesday.
Was just terrible. I have another lovely cough, a nice cough out your
lung cough. Thank goodness for Delsym. Anyway, the lessons for the
entire day, were all cancelled. That means porte a porte. Nope. She did
not want to. What did we end up doing? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And I
get frustrated when we do nothing. The next was wasn't great. The Friday,
thankfully, Soeur Li came home to me. And I taught the trainining lesson
in our Zone Conference. Yep. Me. In French. Boom. (Um, not saying it
was good, by any means, Soeur Li had to translate my french, into better
french, but hey! I tried. :) )
On Saturday
we had a nice 3 hour long training with President Sinjoux. It was very
good. Until the last bit where he called on me to address all the
bishops, counselors, and ward mission leaders. That was fun. (I'm being
honest here, it was fun, the gift of tongues really set in then)
Oh, did I mention, I did all of this, and made a
wedding cake. We won't discuss that stupid cake, but it was the nice
highlight of an extremely stressful week.
(This is Hina, and for each wedding she gives me a crown. She's a keeper,)
But,
now, I can sit here and I just laugh. I think it's hilarious. The crazy
situations I get thrown into, like the wedding cake, and playing the
piano each week for another ward's sacrament meeting. Yep, the piano.
Nope, I can't practice. Yes, it is very painful each Sunday.
I officially apologize to the members of the Orofero Ward right now.
But it's fun. It's all a learning experience, and I am going to have
fantastic stories to share. :)
Story of the week:
I taught a group of grown men how to build a fire. *sigh*.
We
were making breadfruit, yes mom, I ate breadfruit, no, it was not good.
Why? Let me tell you. So, it was a nice rainy day, we decided to eat
the breadfruit avec some nonmembers. The men were teaching me how to
make it. Basically start a fire and throw it in. Step one, start a fire.
I was helping Soeur Li make the dessert, when I look over, 20 minutes
after they were going to start the fire, to see Haifara pouring gasoline
on the wood and throwing matches on it. *sigh* I walked over, laughed,
and walked away. Then I decided I should help... Thank you Dad for
making us start the fires at Glendale. I'm a pro. After the breadfruit
was cooked, i ate (I hit italics somehow and don't know how to fix it... sorry) I ate the fruit. It tasted like gasoline. Not a fan.
Here are the strange fruits of the week:
Pockeye....
I don't quite know how to spell that to be honest. It's the strangest
thing I've ever eaten... It's delicious, but I'm not going to go hunt
for it.
For P-day today, we headed to the
Grottos of Maraa. It is so beautiful there, ah. I was walking through
thinking, hmmm it's just like the Jungle Cruises at Disneyland. Oh, that
waterfall is cool, I wonder how they made that. Oh wait. This isn't
Disneyland, that wasn't created with oodles and oodles of Disney magic.
It's real. Mind. Blown.
Our
investigators are doing good. :) We are working really hard to find new
ones, all of our main investigators have baptismal dates, so we need
new ones. We're working nice and hard. :) :)
Until next week!
XXO,
Soeur Taylor
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