"I'm Happy Like a Schnitzel!!!"

The title of this brief expression of thought is brought to you by Sœur Reichelt, my beloved German companion. And, yes. It is a phrase that is used in modern colloquial context in the eastern regions of Germany. 

Well, besides biking forty kilometers to teach a girl who wasn't interested in engaging herself in our lessons, this week was fantastic!!! Before leaving the chapel on Sunday, we prayed for a miracle. And, God being a God of miracles, gave us one. AND IT WAS INCREDIBLE. We had a lot of time after church to go contacting because one of our lessons fell through and I decided to show Sœur Reichelt the pretty parts of Montauban. Turns out God planned that for us anyway, because we met Roman and Daniella, a fourteen year old boy and his mother from Bulgaria. This boy is incredible. He learned how to speak English from watching television and is fluent, so we explained to him who we were and what the Book of Mormon was. I wish his reaction was caught on film. He was so open and excited! He said he has found his faith recently and that he has so many questions that need answers. After we exchanged information with his mother and set up a time to pass by them Thursday, the boy looked at us and said that this was a miracle. We prayed with them right then and there on the street and they were so touched. I even got to use the one Bulgarian word I learned in Bordeaux :) (Blogodaria!!...phonetically spelled, of course). Agh!!! The church is so true, it's not even funny.

Top five Sœur Reichelt quotes thus far:

• "I hope lightning strikes them when they're sitting on the toilet...."

• "Don't disturb my skirt!!!"

• "Sorry, maybe I'm too German but that's not going to happen..."

• (Talking to a broken printer) "Are you making jokes with me?!"

• "Please remind me to remember that word." (English language study)

Before forty kilometers

and after.

On the way back from the lesson, little Sœur Green had to take a break and take pictures in a nearby field.

Oh, I forgot to mention that after biking for two hours in the afternoon, the wheel broke off the front of my (borrowed) bike and I had to carry it through a strip of outdoor restaurants of staring people in centerville.

But, lo. Our ward mission leader came by and fixed my bike today before I have to give it back to the person who lent it to me.  Repentance works!