been pretty much sick all week with a cold and no voice, which started
to go away last Monday. Coincidentally Allison started losing hers at
the same time. Both of us can talk almost normally by now but we're
still nul when it comes to singing.
Wednesday we got to take out the bleus and their new trainers to
Fourvière, the beautiful cathedral I'm always taking pics of, and then
contacting afterwards. Sister Holmes and sister Christensen, two of my
old companions, were both training so I got to see them! They will be
wonderful trainers. Let's talk about how FREEZING it was that day. Oh
my goodness, winter came so fast. It made me really scared for real
winter and really miss Provo winters--the dry cold is so much more
bearable. It was about 45 degrees here and we were DYING because the
air is just so wet. Pray for us.
So this week we've been really excited getting nelly ready for her
baptism. However when talking to the ward about it, we found out that
she won't be able to get baptized the 31st like planned. Because she
was already a member that had her records removed, the situation is a
lot different. We knew that it was a lot more complicated for
excommunicated members, but because that isn't her case we didn't
think it would be that bad. Apparently though, her baptism is not a
convert baptism and it will take a lot longer to happen. Hopefully a
miracle happens and she'll be able to get baptized before either of us
leave Lyon. Most likely not though.
Saturday we had a really cute relief society activity all about
chestnuts. So I know there are Christmas songs about chestnuts but how
many of us have actually eaten them? Well people love them here in
France and eat them all the time. In the morning, everyone went to
chestnut fields and picked them and then they all came back to the
chapel to have a meal with all things chestnut. We met up with them
for that and tried so many chestnut things, soup, fudge, cream,
mousse, all great stuff. And hey, they're not bad! Well the actual
chestnuts just grilled are not that good. Kind of taste like potatoes.
That night there was a baptism and then afterwards we had a rdv with a
less active woman that loves the missionaries but no one else in the
church unfortunately. But it was the same lady that I talked about a
long time ago that took us to this place with all the American food.
So she took us there and got us stuff (including lucky charms) again!
And then she took us to this fancy place that she said was the most
chic cafe in Lyon and we walked inside and were like uhh what. It was
BEAUTIFUL. My pictures are bad because there was only candle lighting,
but all the walls were maroon with gold trim and high ceilings and
then fancy trees growing out of random places. I thought it might have
been one of those fancy place that are actually cheap food and then I
looked at the menu and realized....no. We each got these yummy
lyonnaise salads and then Sr. Bérangère made me try their hot
chocolate because the restaurant is apparently known for it. I tried
it and OMG. Oh my goodness seriously it was the best hot chocolate
I've ever, ever had. And I've had really good hot chocolate in several
other countries of Europe. There was a little dish of AMAZING
chantilly (whipped cream) that you put in it and I pretty much put the
entire thing in. It was so thick it was like eating hot ice cream. My
longest and most detailed paragraphs are ALWAYS about food. No shame.
Tomorrow we have leadership conference so that will be super fun, but
this time Sister Brown wanted to do something with all the sisters the
night before. So tonight we're meeting up with her and all the other
STLs who will be coming in and we're going to dinner and doing a
spiritual thought. It will be so fun! Hanging out with Sister Brown is
the best.
This week I've been studying a lot about virtue and womanhood, and I
came across a talk given by one of the former prophets. He encouraged
all women to become "sister scriptorians" and by doing that, we will
be better able to love their neighbor. I thought that was something
interesting, not a hypothesis I would have made myself but it sounds
like a great promise. So I'm going to become a sister scriptorian and
learn to love my neighbor more because that is probably the hardest
thing to do in this life. It goes along well with our district's goal
to "ponderize" scriptures this transfer. I challenge you all to do the
same for the next five weeks.
Je vous aime beaucoup!
Sœur Melissa Hurd
With the Bleus and trainers at the view from Fourviere
Trying to capture the beautiful view of the river behind me. Didn't work.
In our freezing apt, sick during studies--I've got a stuffy cold and Sr. Wallace has eyes full of styes.
Hotel de Ville at night!
Seour Berangere--she spoils us!
Chic restaurant she took us to. Amazing.
The restrooms of the restaurant.
Lyonnaise frescoes
You know it's a good crepe when heaven literally shines down on it.
Best bagels! Where we can find our guilty American pleasures :)
Dinner with Sister Brown and all the STLs
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