Hurry up, they're behind you

Ok, so,

I don't know if I have explained this already, but I'm going to explain it again anyway. So, we are putting a big focus on families right now so we contact every family that we see. When the family has a teenage girl in it, I know exactly how to get them to stop. Basically, I just make eye contact with the girl because what French girl isn't going to stop for two foreign guys who speak English? They will all stop. And their family will naturally stop with them. Anyway, on Tuesday I m contacted a family using this exact method. But, a problem that I have never encountered arose. She stopped... But her family didn't! Eventually the mom yelled back to tell her not to talk to us. And she left. Later in the day, we met a guy working in his garden. I contacted him and he told me he didn't want to answer any questions. So, I said, "that's ok. We are also here as volunteers so would you like some help with your garden?" He responded that he didn't want to answer any questions so we left. The street turned so we ended up passing by him again and he called out to us and said, "why do you ask so many questions? Do I ask you questions?" So, sassy me responded, "um, yeah you just did." He said, "oh... Yeah I guess you're right. Now, ask yourselves the necessary questions." You can imagine that by now I'm a little confused so I just stood there until he turned around. I gave him a weird look only to see that his wife was watching the whole exchange from the window. Oops.. Remember that family I was talking about earlier? Ok let's go back to them. Later in the day, we we're walking across a bridge and they passed us from behind. I said hello again, but the mom didn't see that it was us. The girl turned and said hello again, so she naturally fell a few steps behind her family. The mother looked back to see why (at this point they were about 10 feet in front of us) and then said in a hushed voice to her daughter, "hurry up, they're behind you!" Now.. You don't just let someone say something as hilarious as that without responding, so I said, "yep! We're still here!" What a good day.

Wednesday, I was walking down the street and I turned around and saw Zoe Wadge's long lost twin. I literally almost tripped over my own feet. Then, later, I was walking down another road (we do a lot of walking down roads) and I saw out of the corner of my eye a father and a teenage daughter in a car that turned to each other, laughed, and then both looked at us. So, I knew that they were talking about us. Thus, the staring contest began. I caught eyes with the daughter and we kept eye contact. I assumed that once I walked past the car, she would give up. BUT she was a warrior in this battle of stares. They started to pull off so it was getting further and further away. Just as she was almost out of sight, I thought "wow, I haven't looked where I am walking for about 10 seconds. Then BAM I walked straight  into a pole. Classic.

On Friday, we went tracting around the Garcias and basically we just met a bunch of people that sit in the dark and wait for death. It's really sad, but in small French cities, there are a lot of old people that just don't do anything. And all the young people move off to big cities. Eventually, all those little French towns are going to die.

We at a lot of cake on Saturday.

A member bought me a plastic cup because I told her that I had 6 glasses and elder Berry and I broke 5 of them.

This week, elder little recounted to me many films. I love that guy. Sometimes, he's the only thing that makes tracting endurable.

Love,
Elder Marshall Underwood

We saw some Alpacas - where am I, Peru?

Pea sized hail - it hurt