This week we had zone conference! It was super good! It happened in Göteborg combined with the Göteborg zone, so that was fun to travel a little north! At the end of the conference President and Syster Beckstrand gave us a Christmas present, we watched Saturdays Warriors! The best part by far was when the two missionaries contacted an Asian woman in the park and she says, in perfect English, "I... don't speak English". You know how many times we've gotten that! It's really funny, let me walk you all through a street contact with an old Swede:
Me: "Hejsan! Ursäkta! Hej! Jag är en missionärer för min kyrka och jag går runt idag för att informera andra om en stor jul initiative! Har du hört talas om Ett Ljus För Världen?"
Old person: "Sorry, but I don't speak English." (In pretty broken English, they really don't speak English)
Me: "Oh! Vilket språk kan du?"
Old person: "Uh, jag kan svenska."
Me: Okej! Jag kan svenska också! Så, jag är en missionärer för min kyrka och jag går runt idag för att informera andra om en stor jul initiative! Har du hört talas om Ett Ljus För Världen?"
That last part was said the exact same as the beginning part, but for some reason they can understand it this time just fine, the contact continues, and they eventually say that my Swedish is really good. I don't get it! And it's a mission wide thing to! Like, it even happens to missionaries that come from Sweden and have spoken Swedish their entire lives!
The other day I was making spaghetti and I suddenly was possessed of a burning desire for yakisoba, so I quickly put away the meat balls and whipped out some chicken and vegetables and fried them and found some sesame seeds in the cupboard (I didn't question how old they were) and fried my spaghetti in soy souse and through in a bunch of spices and wallah! It was pretty good! However, it was not real yakisoba. Äldste Gergetz liked it quite a bit, and I really liked it to, but I knew how faded of an image it really was of what I wanted. That made me a little sad. Also I only made enough for one large plate instead of my normal three large plates, so that also made me a little sad. And we didn't have egg roles with it, so that also made me a little sad. But then I ate some hazelnuts in chocolate in caramel, and I was happy.
Lets see, what else could I talk about now? At zone conference I got to meet some of my MTC group, so that was pretty awesome! One of them was Äldste Harden, one of my comps. See picture below.
Also, in the Malmö stake center they have a church history display that talks about my ancestor! Bonus points to anyone that can actually read what it says about him!
And finally, a picture of a notice that shows the general attitude of everyone in Sweden! For those of you who cannot read Swedish, it roughly says: Hey! I'm going to remodel my apartment! Sorry for any noise that makes! If for any reason you find this disagreeable, please call/text me! If it is to loud, do the same!" The best part? That notice is for an apartment on the far side of a different building than the one I was in.
Well dad, you want to know how I get investigators? I wish I knew. Then I could do it.
Kärlek,
Äldste Wilson
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