Danielle's Mission in France: For All My Petites Chou Chous.

Well, Zone Conference was this week...............IN THE TINY CITY OF MONTAUBAN! This was the first conference ever held in this city because our chapel is so small. Normally we go to Toulouse, but the APs asked me for the address and a few phone numbers at the beginning of the transfer and we had been planning this conference ever since. It went so well, minus our microphone not working; but other than that, it was just peaches and berries, my friends.

FACTS I LEARNED:

If you ask an elder for some batteries so that your microphone can work for a conference with your mission president, chances are he will give you dead ones and everyone who gives a discourse has to scream from the podium for three hours.

If you tell your twenty five year old ward mission leader who wants to immigrate to America for his studies that the epitome of American culture is "The Princess Bride," chances are he will rebuke you for wasting his time and money at your next meeting. We're still friends.

If you live with a German for three weeks, chances are she will make you the most delicious apple pancakes often and ruin your workout routine that is made for people who are in better shape. My thighs are cursing you, blasted carbohydrates!!!

We can play uno every Sunday afternoon with the old people in the retirement home down the street from our apartment. Score.

I want to make it known that I only have nine weeks left in France, but only for this reason: Things are picking up. My German schwester and I have been teaching and teaching and talking to people and doing service and teaching some more. After Elder Andersen came to Nice, I took up his advice and started to work towards having more faith and looking for miracles. "Do not live your mission without miracles!" You can never put a limit to them. I'm working for more.

I love you, my petites chou chous. Have a lovely week.

Sœur Green