Marry My Daughter

Hello! I hope you're ready for a two week summary.

On Tuesday a couple weeks ago we met a nice guy that took us into his wine cellar. He offered us some and I didn't have a reaction to say no. That was a little funny. I ended up saying no and explaining that I don't drink alcohol. He said, "that's okay it's not too great for your health."

The next day we had some rough tracting. I don't think anyone opened the door. But, that night we went and met with a lady from a course in miracles. That's an interesting philosophy. Or religion. I basically studied the same philosophy in school but I think someone just threw God in it and called it a religion haha. She was really nice and invited back to dinner on Saturday. This will come in later in the story.

I did a district meeting. It was really great because it was elder ottesens last one! He's a great missionary that inspired me a lot.

We got our calls on Friday and Pesnell is now gone to be a big bad zone leader in Lyon. That day during tracting we defended Muslims against an old white lady by using the bible. That was interesting. We also got to see claudias family and they making great progress. They all came to church!

Ok now it's Saturday and we are going back to that lady's house. We walk in and there are her daughters that dressed up a little (you could tell). The rest of the night was spent trying to avoid the flirting of the one daughter. They gave us a bunch of food at the end that was meant to say "marry my daughter." I was super uncomfortable. I felt like a giant walking green card. Or at least that's how they saw us.

On Sunday we went to a rdv to find the Book of Mormon in a bag outside the door. He returned it to us. How kind.

On Monday we went to the continent and it was stressful because our card that we pay everything with wasn't working. We got through it though. There was a lot more change in the car than I thought. Sitting in the train station on Monday is always weird because I never see the other missionaries during the transfer.

Let me give you an image of Bastia tracting: knock a door, grab some plums from a tree on the street, knock a door, eat a fig that someone took from their tree for you, knock a door, walk out with a bag of lemons, knock a door, teach a lesson. Ok, so that was a little lucky. The rest of the day didn't go quite so well but people like to give us fruit.

This day, the 24th was a basically perfect day. We had rdvs in sisco, luri, and borgo. So we were in the car a lot but they all worked. At night we played soccer against some guys that we know. I said if they win, we would come to their house and do service and if we won we would come to their house and eat. They agreed and we won so I'm going to get some dinner.

The next day we did some service. The work ethic of Americans is much different than the French. We also got to see claudias family again and it was great. That night, we did some tracting and got let in. They were super nice but they kinda tried to set me up with their daughter. I set another meeting and they said jokingly that they would try to get the daughter over. I sure hope they were joking. Unless she wants to know the gospel. I can teach that.

Sunday was great. Found some new investigators. Church is always good.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this. Don't worry, I won't come home married.

Love,
Elder Marshall Underwood