Shelly

Good day,

What did I even do this week. I don't know.

Monday we were over in St Florent for a meeting with a member's friend. went on a hike and found wild garlic. I ate way too much because it was just blowing my mind. At the beach, I found a lot of cool shells. We got some ice cream together. I chose the honey ice cream because Corsica is known for honey and it drop kicked my mouth into a vortex of warmth and ice that made me really happy. We ate dinner together afterwards and had a really good conversation.

I have no clue what I did Tuesday I'm sorry.

Wednesday was an exchange with Ajaccio. We all hung out down there for the exchange. I was with Elder Pesnell and Oborn. Oborn is in my group (arrived in France the same time). We taught a couple lessons and ran around knocking a bunch of beautiful houses. At night, we met a member down there named Karim. He's an awesome guy but he's super wild and hard to understand. He calls me Carrie. I don't know where he came up with that nickname though.

On the morning of Thursday, we ran to the beach and made a short video for Sister Brown. They asked us to do one for Mother's Day. Then we did a study and drove home. The inside part of Corsica is insanely beautiful. There are more green things there than I ever thought existed in the whole world. Thursday night was some fun knocking. We actually found a member family that didn't know there was a church in Bastia. They are a little hesitant to come back but they will. We talked to a guy building a pool in his yard and he gave us a whole bag of lemons from his tree. I made some bomb lemonade.

On Friday we taught three lessons to people. I swear the goal of all three of them was to cut us off as many times as possible. Welcome to France haha. On the way back home, instead of dinner, we stopped by the beach and skipped rocks. I spent my time finding seashells and Pesnell yelled out to me, "how's it going Shelly?" How cute. Now he calls me Shelly.

Saturday was really fun because we went up to Patrick's house and helped him with his garden. We harvested some onions. There were a couple filles there playing Bruno Mars. Patrick made us a pizza. We then had a branch council and we showed up in service clothes. Oops. That night, we did weekly planning, which is always exhausting but I had a good time and I drew a pretty picture.

On Sunday we had church. Also, here on Corsica, there are a lot of people that go up into their villages on the weekends. So usually on Sunday's we will go run around knocking a village. It's funny because some of the houses seem to not have an address. We met a couple of cool people. One girl spoke English and was an exchange student in Oregon. She said she met a Mormon there. This Mormon told the lady that she (the Mormon) didn't have the right to listen to music. I was shocked and I said maybe she wasn't really a Mormon. She said that she was. Then I said, "maybe she's just weird." The others got a good laugh out of that one but I was 100% serious.

Today we went to the beach and I got more shells.

Peace out until next week,
Elder Marshall Underwood

 Mission apartment