Quick Letter Week

Hey!

Well, after about ten minutes of sitting here trying to decide what to write this week, I figured I'd just try to do what my English teachers always counseled and just start writing and kind of typing out my thoughts until something good comes out. This week was another kind of slow week, and we spent a bunch of time at the church because Elder Lloyd is starting some college application stuff, and that takes a bunch of time. It gets in the way of working a little, but it's just one of those things we have to put up with sometimes. I've had a lot of opportunities to play the piano at the church though, and that's always a really relaxing thing. I'm actually starting to get some hymns down now!

Anyway, let me get down to business here. I thought I'd share the story of David from this week. So, rewind back two weeks to the end of the Celtic Festival. The last night as we were walking home, a little sad that the big exciting festival was ending, we decided to stop and talk to this young guy playing his guitar kind of on his own. After a couple minutes, Elder Lloyd was playing and singing a little, and a few minutes later we explained who were were and what we do and left him a card without expecting too much from it. Then, 8 days later, we got a call from someone asking if we could come and play guitar again in Lorient! One of those things that really just doesn't happen too often. So, without even really knowing who we were meeting, we headed down into the centreville of Lorient (like, the middle of the town where all the shops are) and found him there, and, to our surprise, it was our friend from the last night of the festival! We ended up chilling with him for a while and eventually bringing up the Gospel (it's kind of our thing ;) ), and he was actually super open! He's a 25 year old guy, who currently doesn't have anything to do with his life (it's vacances), who has a car, and who really seems to be searching for something. We met with him a couple days later and invited him to come to the church for our next rendez-vous, since we have a piano there, so we can kind of play on that too. We feel like he has some real potential!

I'm sorry that it's so short this week, but I probably should get going. Thanks for all the love from home and the letters! Keep up the good work at school!

Elder Bigler

Frenchism: I might have mentioned this before, but most French people actually kind of hate Paris. For the most part, they're really relaxed people, and the business of Paris doesn't go very well with that.

Being Taught When You Least Expect It

Hey fam!

Coming to you as usual, live from the France Paris mission, but a really big handful of kilometers away in Lorient, next to the Atlantic Ocean. Believe it or not, it's already been 2 transfers since I got here. And, as we learned recently, Elder Lloyd and I will be doing another one here together. We're getting 31 new missionaries this week, and probably about that many again the next transfer, so our mission just might burst at the edges! Other than the influx of missionaries, the transfer announcements were pretty relaxed this time, so nothing else super big to announce there.

Today is the start of my 9th transfer, out of 16, meaning I've made it over the hill! It's said among missionaries that once you've made it to this point, your mission just starts to blaze by. I'll keep you posted on that one. :)

So, as far as the week goes, it was honestly kind of...boring. I think a lot of that just comes from Lorient retransforming into well...Lorient. It's been a pretty tranquil week here. Last week, when we woke up to the fireworks from our balcony at 1:00 am, we could still see people walking around and talking. Now...well, after 8:00, you're lucky to find more than 5 people walking around. It all just has a different vibe now. It's like the awkward emotional transition after watching a really exciting movie. It just feels...weird.

But, despite that, we were able to have a couple pretty good lessons with this young girl we're teaching named Iona. She's the grand-daughter of one of our members, and has been taught by missionaries a whole bunch of times. She's wanted to learn guitar for a while however, and Elder Lloyd happens to be really good at that. :) So, we've kind of started teaching her guitar and restarted teaching her the Gospel. She really likes it all, but, like most teenagers, has trouble getting up on time to come to church. We had really tried to stress the importance of it this week, but...she still didn't make it. Honestly, this is the most like a parent I've ever felt. Trying to get a teenager to something, when the other option is sleep...not the easiest task. We even got to the point of sending her a text Saturday evening reminding her to go to bed early so she could get enough sleep to make it to church. It's frustrating, and a little heart-breaking to have someone you care about, and really want the best for, not do what you know is good for them. And that's a lesson that I'm sure you guys, Mom and Dad, have learned over and over again with us kids. :) It's interesting to me that, and this is something I've seen many, many times on this mission so far, it took me leaving my family and travelling 5 000 miles away from them, to really learn how much they did for me. The patience they had, the love they always showed, and the way that they always knew what was best for me, even when I thought they were wrong. But, as some of you are learning right now, even when we do what we want, when we don't follow their counsel, they'll always be there to back us up, to help us out of the hole that we dug ourselves into or to simply come down into it and tell us it'll be okay. That's what parenthood means. And that's what I'm slowly realizing you guys did for me, and that's something I'll always be thankful for, and that I'll never be able to pay back.

It's taking a while, but I'm learning a lot out here. It's weird how the Lord works, teaching you at the times where you least expect to be taught. But it's great. :)

Well, I'd better get going! I've got a busy 6 weeks in Lorient ahead of me. :)

Elder Bigler

Frenchism: As you would've guessed, the French are really into their wine. Some supermarkets have more than 5 full length aisles alone dedicated to it.

Photos

Rennes Zone Conference from Early August
First with President and Sister Babin

Rennes Zone Conference Lunch

Missionary Shoes - Their Story in Photos

What is Growing in There?

I Don't Think You Should Be Able to
See Through the Sole of the Shoe

Yep . . . That Could Be a Problem

The New French Replacements Save the Day

Other Photos

A New Movie Coming on the SyFy Channel
Catacombes Under Paris
Adam Has Visited Both

FC Lorient of the Ligue 1 in Action
Top League in France

Festival, Festival!

This week, Lorient was all about the festival. THE festival. The biggest festival in all of France, and one of the very biggest in Europe. According to the little headline thing outside our apartment, there were over 750 000 people that came to the 10 day long festival this year, almost breaking a record! To explain a little bit, this was a Celtic Festival. The people of Bretagne (Les Bretons) are technically Celtic people. The Bretagne itself is kind of like the part of France that pretends that it's not a part of France. They wave their Bretagne flag everywhere, and if you ask them, they'll always tell you that they're Breton before they'll ever admit to being French. As part of this Celtic heritage, they hold a festival every year at the beginning of August to kind of bring together Celtic people from all around the world, and then just a whole bunch of other people who like being with Celtic people. We had people from places like Ireland, Scotland, Wales, Cornwall, and Australia, all Celtic somehow. Then people from Spain, Netherlands, Holland, Denmark, and the good old USA! I hadn't spoken this much English to people besides missionaries on my mission until this last week. Anyway, this massive festival took the usually sleepy, sea-side town of Lorient and turned it into the heart of New York this week, at least as far as population goes. France isn't really big into parking lots so the sidewalks were pretty full (remember what I said about parking on the sidewalk as long as you were still kind of on the road? Well, that rule was out the window this week. People even parked two cars deep on the sidewalks). As part of this craziness, yes, there were a lot of drunk people (it WAS a Celtic festival after all, beer was kind of a staple of the whole thing). One of them even woke us up around 4 am when he was wandering down the street yelling "Festival, festival!" over and over.

 

The fireworks, as cool as they were, always happened sometime between midnight and 1:30 am, so we usually got woke up to watch those for a few minutes before going back to sleep. So, there were some negative side affects. One of the hardest ones was the fact the, despite the many spiritual experiences we had with people at the festival, almost all of those people have now gone back to other countries and all we can do is hope and pray for them to someday be able to meet the missionaries again. 

But now on to the good stuff! For the sake of time, I'm gonna just cover the couple days that resulted in those pictures you guys saw on Facebook. The rest of the week was just kind of...average in comparison.

So, Monday and Tuesday. After I finished emailing you guys, we had a quick little lesson/dinner with our Malagash amis, who had invited us over. They're so nice and so loving. We ate A LOT. After that, the last bus had passed, and they knew it, so they offered to drive us back into Lorient, about a 20 minute drive, 40 round trip. Just another super nice thing of them to do. After they dropped us off, we started walking around and talking to people, as missionaries do. Since it was the festival, we quickly stumbled across this kind of rag-tag group of guys playing some pretty sweet acoustic funk music, if I had to describe it. All the rest was Elder Lloyd.

Elder Lloyd Jamming with Nanko.
Lorient Music Festival

As we started watching them, he and the guitarist seemed to really be connected quick (the Spirit, I'd like to say). Before I even really realised what was happening, Elder Lloyd stepped into the circle and started freestyle rapping (he's pretty good at it) as the group of guys just kept jamming behind him, but a little softer so the crowd could hear the missionary. I don't really know what he rapped about, except for the part where he turned back and looked at me and said something about President Monson. He used French and English both together a little, and the crowd loved it enough that the guys let him do it a couple more times in the same song! Then, after that, we talked to them for a minute and Elder Lloyd asked if he could play the guitar for a song. The guitarist, who's name was Nanko, gladly let him jam something while he took pictures of the whole thing. After another song or two, we talked for a couple minutes to them about what we do and then left them our card.

We moved on and quickly found the manager guy of the boulangerie (Bakery) just under our apartment! All sorts of crazy stuff happening in one night here. We ended up talking to him and his two friends for about 15 minutes and quasi-teaching (I don't know if that's a real word) the Restoration to them all. Now we get a handshake and a "salut" (the French equivalent of sup) when we walk into the boulangerie. :) Still working on him... But after all that, it was time to head in and call it a night.

Adam and Elder Lloyd with Some New Friends
at the Lorient Music Festival
The Power and Spirit of Music at Work

Tuesday however, we wouldn't have imagined. After a relatively normal Tuesday of district meeting, a lesson with our recent convert Thierry, a quick member visit, and a stop in at Soirée Familiale, we got a text on our phone. From an unknown number, meaning somebody who we gave a card to was texting us, which pretty much never happens, in all honesty. It was Nanko! He said they'd be jamming again and invited us to come jam with them. Of course, we gladly accepted. What happened next was just...a miracle, I suppose. I'm really running out of time, so I'll have to explain it briefly. Basically, we started playing with them (they had brought some little percussion things for me since they couldn't find a saxophone) and just talking to people in the crowd in between songs. At one point it all ended up raining and us and some of the girls that were watching ended up under the same pavilion thing. While we waited for the rain to die out we all started talking, and since Elder Lloyd and I are missionaries, we started talking about religion and Christ and faith and suddenly it was a really serious, deep conversation. In the end, after jamming a little more in between, we all sat down together and Elder Lloyd and I ended up teaching and sharing testimonies with all 10 of these people from all over the world. It's hard to explain, but we were able to share a spiritual moment together, started from our common point of the music we were playing, where, in my opinion, everyone there was able to feel something. It was an amazing opportunity to really see what they mean by the "power and authority" of our calling as missionaries. After that whole crazy night, there are now a few more seeds planted in England, Ireland, Netherlands, Denmark, and Germany. One of those times (and I feel like we have a lot here in French) where we'll never really know what sort of an impact we made. 

Ugh, I really wish I could explain all that in more detail, but I guess it'll just have to be one for when I get home. One of the more powerful experiences I've had on my mission, that's for sure.

Well, I'd better get going. I hope everybody has a good week at band camp and stays on their dot! There are a lot of lessons to be learned about life from marching band, as nerdy as that is. :) Keep up the good work!

Elder Bigler

Frenchism will have to start again next week...

Almost Halfway - Starting to Look and Feel Like a Missionary

The weeks are still flying by! If I'm counting right, this is about the 52 weekly email I'm sending you guys. 362 days down. :)

It's been tons of fun so far, let me say that much. I've learned and grown so much, but, as I imagine is often the case for missionaries at this point, I want to grow and learn so much more than I have thus far. It's exciting to think that in about a year I'll be coming down that escalator in the Salt Lake airport and looking down to see my family for the first time in two years. But, it's really sad to think that in about a year I'll be riding that good old dirty Paris metro for the last time to the Charles de Gaulle airport, about to leave behind the Eiffel Tower, the stinky cheeses, the baguettes, and most of all, the people. All things that, already, have become a part of me. I don't know if it's just because I've been out for a year now, or just because of constant effort to love these often stubborn people, but I really am not looking forward to leaving them. Missions are crazy.

Celtic Festival in Lorient

There's the big Celtic Festival going on here in Lorient, and this place is CRAZY! So much music and SO many people. I can't even believe it. This week was fun, and a good missionary week, but I don't really have that much time at all, so I can't talk much about it. Just know that first off, I'm still alive, nothing dangerous has happened and no life threatening diseases have come my way. I'm doing the same old missionary stuff, just a little bit better each day I do it.

I'm up to about 1,700 pictures on my camera, so I might need to buy myself a new memory card soon... I've gone through 3 pairs of shoes already, but I just bought 2 new pairs for a good deal (60% off), so I should be good for at least 8 months. I hope. My socks are looking old, I don't even know how many ties I have anymore, and I've probably walked around 2,500,000 steps in the service of the Lord. My wardrobe is starting to look a lot more like what I imagine a missionary wardrobe looking like, worn out from service and hard work, and I love that, in a weird way. Basically, what I'm trying to get across in this really unorganised way is that I feel like this last year has made a big difference in my life, and one that's only now really becoming visible, like the wearing of my clothes. And who knows what the next one has to bring for me!

Well, before I get TOO cheesy, I'd better be off. I love you all and hope you have a good week! Don't celebrate too hard on Thursday just cause I've been gone for a year. ;) Keep working hard and having fun Tyler and Kevin! Remember, every drop of sweat equals one more tenth of a point! Or...something like that... :) Brian well...keep reading and singing! :)

Elder Bigler

Food, Teaching, Rain, Teaching, Golf, and Teaching

Once again, kind of short on time. The schedule so far with Elder Lloyd is pretty fast paced. But I like it, we have lots of fun and do some good work. :)

Since I last wrote, we got rained on really hard, went golfing, ate with some members, spoke a lot of French, Elder Lloyd got pooped on by a seagull, I spent a long time looking for shoes and not buying any, and somewhere in between all of that we taught a few people. ;) Okay, okay, we were pretty much focused on the teaching part. :)

Tuesday was a pretty full day between our lesson with Thierry at the church, meeting up with and going to pass by some old amis with Frère Moulis, and our Soirée Familiale at the church. Nothing super exciting, but it's always a spiritual experience working with Frère Moulis.

Wednesday started off with our usual morning run and studies and then District Meeting! Always a fun time, a good to just see and talk to other missionaries. We started our exchange with the Elders of Brest right after, and I was with Elder Karl this time. Just like last time, it was a pretty unique exchange. That guy just attracts weird stuff, I swear. :) I won't go into too many of the details, but it was just a really fun time, and we were able to find someone on the street to teach, who actually called us over to talk!

Caught in a Heavy Rain Without an Umbrella

Thursday we finished up the exchange and ended up going on the continual hunt for old amis and getting caught in a nice big storm. We got soaked through in about 5 minutes, mais ce n'était pas grave (but it did not matter), it was super hot that day anyway. :) It was getting up to about 95° this week, with the usual 90% humidity going on. PRETTY hot...

Friday we ended up having a rendez-vous where we helped a family kind of rearrange some furniture and then taught their daughter (who's not baptized) the guitar a little bit (Elder Lloyd plays really well) and gave her a little spiritual thought too. We feel like there's a lot of potential with her. Then after that we had another meeting with Frère Moulis where we went and taught Chantal, which went really well. He definitely can teach pretty well, Frère Moulis. After we finished up our visit, he invited us over for dinner (which his wife didn't expect, but she was really cool about it). They have a little girl living there, their niece, who is fluent in English and French at age 10. So crazy! Talking to her was super weird. And kind of makes one jealous...

Saturday, we visited the Brazilian family again and the mom gave us pedicures. Yep.

Sunday was a really good day at church, but really long and complicated to explain and I don't have that much time. The highlight for me was after church when this 91 year old sister in our ward from Boulogne-sur-Mer (yep, like the one I went to when I was living in Calais) showed me a letter written to her by Peggy Smith, a descendant of Hyrum Smith! That was super cool, and spiritual to read. After all the craziness of church finished up (it's hard to explain how crazy church is as a missionary), we ended up heading out to visit Sabrina for a little bit, and her son who hasn't been baptized. We're definitely gonna be working more there. :)

Golfing in France

Today we were invited to go to the driving range with Frère Moulis, and he took us out to KFC after (which I like better here in France, surprisingly enough). Super fun but, Dad, we've gotta go to the driving range when I get back because I'm TERRIBLE. Putting though, Mom, all those years of mini-golf paid off. :) Anyway, I probably need to get going...

Thanks for the support guys and all the love from home!

Elder Bigler

All in all, crazy week, but becoming kind of a normal one with Elder Lloyd. :) We sweated a ton this week, and are probably going to sweat some more this one. 

More Rain and Golf

Elder Lloyd Trying to Escape from the Rain

Adam Lining Up the Putt

"It was just a super awesome day"

Adam Relaxing by the Waters of Lorient

Hey!

So, here I am, back again, typing up another summary of my week. Sometimes it feels like the weeks are just dreams and that I really come here everyday to type them up. It all happens so fast!

Well, I got you guys up to the point of Wednesday, so I'll start on Thursday, which was super awesome! We had decided to do some "passbacks" as we call them and go visit some old amis who we thought had a lot of potential. We started out here in Lorient, with a woman named Suzanne, who is actually a member, but kind of trying to be Catholic at the same time. It's a tricky situation. We went to her family's apartment, not knowing if they'd be there or not, but they were! She opened the door and immediately invited us in, offering us a glass of water (it was a REALLY hot day). Right after she said "Actually, we're about to eat lunch, do you want to eat with us?" to which we replied YES. Her whole family, her, her husband, her two daughters, and her sister, joined us and just kept giving us more and more food. Eventually, we finished, and she asked us if we wanted to share a scripture. We had a prayer and started sharing scriptures from the Book of Mormon and Bible. After a couple minutes she told us that she wanted her sister (who had left the room) to join us. We then started teaching her, who had never met with the missionaries before. Super cool little experience for us, and we're going to keep teaching her little by little too. After that, we went to another old ami's house and she was busy, but gave us water anyway. Then we went to ANOTHER old ami's house and she let us in too! It was just a super awesome day. By the time all that ended, it was pretty much the end of the day, and we hadn't even been back to the apartment once. Whew.

Friday, kind of the same thing, but with less heat and less people letting us in. Still a really good, hard work filled day. And we spoke French together pretty much all day, Elder Lloyd and I.

Saturday we went back to one of the amis that we visited on Thursday, Chantal, and had a nice long talk with her about baptism and why she hadn't been baptised yet. We even asked her to be baptized right then, but she didn't quite feel ready. We'll keep trying though. :)

The Canal in Lorient

Sunday was, obviously, church. I had been asked to give a talk two weeks in advance, but I kind of forgot about it and ended up trying to prepare it the night before (some things never change huh?). That didn't really work out, so I wrote down some notes in about a half hour right before church. And, thanks to the blessings of being a missionary and the gift of tongues, I was able to give a ten minute talk! It was really cool for me, mostly just cause that's something that I wouldn't have been able to do before my mission, even in English. I helped me to see how much I've grown, something I don't really notice very often. After all of that, we finished up the day with some basic contacting and porting.

Kind of a basic week overall, and a pretty busy one too! Tons of fun with Elder Lloyd, and lots of hard work. We've been waking up everyday and going running, eating a well balanced diet, and just living it up while still being obedient missionaries. It's the life. :)

Have a good week everyone! Try to learn some cool chinese stuff while you have the chance!

Elder Bigler

The Sunset View from the Apartment

Frenchism: When you're in a place such as a doctor's office waiting room, it's common courtesy to greet and say goodbye to everyone who comes in or leaves.

Wednesday is Monday This Week

Elder Bigler and Elder Lloyd

Hey family!

So, first things first, sorry that it's Wednesday...life got a little crazy on Monday, and we were in Rennes and then Brest yesterday. So, I'm gonna have to keep this one pretty short.

The reason I wasn't able to email on Monday was because some members invited us on a hike which ended up taking much longer than we had anticipated. It was super fun though! That's where a lot of the pictures this week came from.

Beyond that, we had a pretty crazy week, but a pretty fun one too. :) Elder Lloyd, my new collègue, is from the East Coast, kind of just all over. As you can see from the photos, yep, he's black. And just tons of fun! He likes talking to people like no one I've ever met before, and we just have gotten along really well right from the start. We had a really good week of work, finding and teaching. He has his own unique way of doing things, but it works for him and I'm going to learn a lot with him. He gets along really well with people, specifically the members, and we've already been setting new things up with them.

Adam, Elder Lloyd, and the Brest Elders including
AF High Elder Stucki

Just to quickly share a story, our fist night together we were out contacting and hadn't had much success. We thought it would be a good idea to say a prayer. We saw a bench a little ways off and thought we'd sit there to say it, when a woman came walking towards us from the other direction. We said "well...we should probably talk to her and then pray." So, we did. But, sometimes, maybe the fact that we're willing to pray for God's help brings blessings. Because, this woman, named Anne, ended up sitting down with us on that bench and telling us all about how she had been to our church before and how she loved the "spirit" she felt there (interesting choice of words Anne... :) ). We taught her a little about the Plan of Salvation and left her with a prayer. Like I said, sometimes our heart just has to be in the right place for God to bless us. :)

The photo of us four missionaries is us with the Brest Elders earlier today. Elder Stucki, the one in the middle, is our new district leader and from dear ol' AF high! We even were in the same French class way back then. :) We had some good times talking about American Fork.

Well, I'd better get going. Sorry it's so short this week, I'll get some good stuff next time. :)

Love you all!

Adam







Additional Photos of Lorient and Hiking

Hiking Scenery

Adam Found a Store for His Mom
"I Am a Princess!"

A MINI Cooper and a Mini MINI Cooper
with Elder Lloyd

Fishing Prohibited
Do you think the bird can read?