Well hello family. I'm still alive mom, dont worry! Im writing this
on a french keyboard... and its kind of hard ha. So my first secteur is
Bergerac. Its a small ville about an hour and a half away from
Bordeaux. My trainer is E. Wilcox from filmore Utah. he's just about out
of here, in fact I kill him after next transfer. Lucky though he's not
too trunk haha. He's a big burley man. Im small next to him! President
said we're the biggest équipe in the mission haha. We're also in the
smallest town he said. Which I was super excited for until I found out
being in small towns just means it looks like a big dirty city, but
theres a lot less people to talk to.
So My first impressions of France was that it was a third world
country. The first thing I saw stepping off the plane was a cocroach.
then at the gare in Lyon, there was a dog doing his business in the
middle of the sidewalk, they dont have airconditioning, qnd they dont
have ice. haha literally everything is so much different here its crazy.
Its strait up Babylon here. Im so glad I grew up in the States!
So we left the MTC last monday at 8, we arrived in Lyon sometime
the next day. It needless to say I didnt get any sleep on the plane, so I
had been up for about 40 hours when I finally got to sleep. I actually
fell asleep In my slacks and tie I was so exhausted. The city of Lyon is
massive. we spent about a day and a half there before heading out to
our assigned villes. But It was another day before I got to my flat in
Bergerac. We had to go by train to bordeaux, stay the night with the ZLs
then train again to bergerac. we got to bordeaux around 1040 pm, but
then escorted the soeurs to their apartment. on the way back to the tram
we sax that it was about to leave so we sprinted to catch it. We barely
made, then realized we ran to catch the wrong one, so that dunped us
off back again by the soeurs place. finally we made it back to the gare
in bordeaux. Once we got there though the ZLs couldnt remember where
they parked. so after awhile of searching we started the 30 min drive to
the apartment. We were finally in bed at about 1 AM. 5 hours later in
the morning I was destroyed. haha I was so tired.
Once we got to bergerac we put our bags in the apartment and
started contacting for the rest of the day. This was definitely the
longest day Ive ever had haha. I couldnt understand a single word anyone
was saying... I jump at any oppurtunity to quote best 2 years, so after
our first contact I looked at E. Wilcox and asked him, "hey Elder..
what language was they speakin? Cause that ain't the language they
taught me in the MTC"
The only word I understood that day was Bonjour. We currently only
have one ami en progress, named jean-charles. after last weeks lesson he
agreed to coming to church, and he actually did yesterday! So hopefully
he will continue to progress.
Sunday is great though. They have a branch here, of about 30 active
members. The chapel here is a remodeled apartment. Its cool being on
the other side of the world and seeing that the church is still true.
Well all the members are awesome and nice. I had a pretty funny fail
during the sacrament meeting though. The branch president stood up and
said all the branch business, then welcomed me to the branch.
Unbenounced to me, in french, he also said I was going to come up and
share my testimony. So he sat down and waited for me to go up. the only
problem was I had no idea what he was saying, and E. Wilcox was on the
other side of the room translating for an American couple. So qn awkward
minute passed and everyone started looking at me. then A member in
front of me in broken english informed me that I was supposed to go up.
haha it was pretty funny.
Well theres a lot more but I gotta run. Im starting to understand a
little bit more everyday. Its super frustrating though. Its a good
lesson on patince to say the least. Well the church is true! I love
everyone! Have a great week back in the promise land.
Forever Love,
Elder Gruber
ps my address is:
Elder Gruber
Les Missionaires
7, Rue de la breche
24100 Bergerac
France
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