Iaorana Tatou! So I totally wrote out a nice and long, glorious email with stories and everything, and then it all got deleted and now I hate everything. I'm so mad. Pas grave, it just wasn't meant to be!  So this week was really weird. We never had just a normal day. In summary: Soeur Fowers ran away from all the dogs, and I ran away from all the drunk people. I ate fish eyes for the first time, and it's just as disgusting as it looks. You don't want to know what this is... Soeur Fowers has a hidden talent of being able to play anything on a child's music recorder flute thing that she found randomly in the house. Soeur Fowers' Wonderful Hammock A member assumed that R__ was getting baptized soon because we've had a lot of lessons with him and literally said to his face, "Oh, you've have 5 lessons so far? So you'll be baptized soon, right?" Don't ask me how we got out of that one because to this day I s...