I lost my glasses. And I can't see how I'll find them again.
Heh. Glasses jokes. (I want you all to know that I made that one up all by myself. Right before Elder Dudfield found my glasses.)
Soooo this week. Let's see...we taught a guy named Robert who's super tranquille. From Congo Kinshasa obviously. He's the second non-member we've contacted here who actually is down to hear more. The first is an Italian man we've taught twice now named Alessandro. He's a very classy dude who's got an apartment with classy person things in it. You know, giant books that are held open to a certain page by little wooden arms, mini sailboats on stands, chic paintings done by himself, etc. He asks super deep questions. And the pattern continues where I don't know how to convince French people to listen to me. Italian and Belgian is the closest I've gotten so far.
Since being here I've also managed to spend some time in Metz, Nancy, St. Dié and Colmar (well, Colmar is tomorrow). Don't worry, it's all missionary stuff. Exchanges and stake activities and whatnot. This region of France is pretty lovely.
We teach some interesting people. One of the coolest ones is named Patrick, who is one of my heroes, but I'll tell you his story next week. (Suspense!) I'll have to get pictures with some of them. For now, all I've got is a picture of our amie, Adeline.
Sorry, nothing exciting. Love you guys, though. Be good.
Elder Jordan Stanford
Mission française de Paris