Mikayla on a Mission: Week 9: Carbon Monoxide and Root Beer Floats

This week was so strange I don't know where to begin!

I'm going to start backwards-ish so forgive me, but this week has ended with us having twice the amount of sisters in our apartment now. woo! Both of whom don't speak English - so after a few very intense rounds of Dobble with Soeur Tauira - who is Tahitian - I now know TONS of animal names in French and made sure to get the names written down so I can remember them! haha :)

Sister Tauira and Sister Vandroux are the sisters from the Val de Soane Ward and they have had a slow carbon monoxide leak - for the past two months - at least! Their detector finally went off on Thursday night when it reached deadly levels!!

That was no fun for them and after a series of phone calls they ended up spending the night at our apartment and are now here until tomorrow, but maybe longer, depending on when the leak can be fixed. It's all good - because all apartments for missionaries are required to have the detectors since stuff like this isn't fairly common, but not uncommon here.

Sorry if not all my sentences make a lot of sense. I feel like a little kid and can't figure out which language is which and in what order -- it is severely affecting my English skills!

On Tuesday, Soeur Grant and I and these same Soeurs actually had an exchange which was super fun. I got to have African fried banana benigets which were amazing!

Our engage N, cancelled everything on us and hasn't replied at all -- so that's where we are at with her. It's really hard to understand, but it'll come around.

I also had my first real French dinner this week, which was absolutely wonderful - but I got fed so much it was crazy!! We had roast, ratatouille, baguettes, potatoes and tiramisu -- which isn't French, but was wonderful! It was made by this little member in our ward who is about four feet tall named J - she is very tiny and older but just adorable and Spanish.

During dinner she found out we liked root beer and she found some (one can left!) and gave it to us at church and it was just so amazing and wonderful! We'll be making cookies tonight to bring her as a thank you because she's just the sweetest.

Root beer is so hard to find here because the French hate it - since it tastes like their version of cough syrup, but since J is Spanish - she loves it and knows how to get it!

The French love cookies. It's really funny, but only small ones and not too many. They also call them little cakes. Literally, any sugary dessert is a little cake. Or even a normal cake, it's all called "cake" -- even if it's not a cake at all! But that's the French!

Not much else happened this week. We had some more rendezvous fall through, but it's all okay.

Elder Christofferson comes in a week, which is super duper exciting and it'll be great to hear from him and learn and grow!

The Lord is constantly watching over us and all the small tender mercies he gives are just wonderful. The weather isn't great and is so all over the place -- but we got to see a gorgeous rainbow the other day and had warm weather this morning on our way to shop.

It's easy to be discouraged, but the little things remind us that God is still there and is still proud of us.

Passez une bonne semaine! Because the french say this or something similar no matter where you are or who you're talking to. It means have a good week, but they also say day or night or weekend, and even when you leave a store you say it to the sales clerk, even if you didn't end up buying anything!

Soeur Beatty