Troyes

This is Troyes; the city of 10 churches. Literally. It's got 10 churches all clumped in one downtown radius. This is not including the Mormon church, however...Anyway, this picture is just a small taste of the cuteness of this ville. It's got so many cobblestoned and windy streets. There are cafés and shops everywhere too. Marnie and I had fun getting lost in the streets, but found our way out when we met our friend, Cayo, for a banana-pineapple smoothie at a café.
We went to FNAC (a music, book, electronic store) where I bought my first rap CDs. I bought them for school, so I hope my students will like it. I think it's pretty funny, but I'm not too worried if it's inappropriate (although I was assured by Cayo that they were good). My students probably wouldn't understand the lyrics anyway...



Today we went to church, and we ended up staying at the church ALL day...No joke. We were there for over 8 hours. I guess that's France for you! On every 4th Sunday of the month, the Troyes ward has a potluck and eats all together. Church got over at noon, then everyone went home to prepare the food, but for some reason we stayed and chilled at the church til people came back. Since the weather was nice, we ate outside. Of course, eating lunch took a couple of more hours, then we just stayed and talked forever!!
This is a picture of Akréé, Soeur Sopi's grandson. He is hilarious! He's 2 years old, and we're actually still hanging out with this guy. After the potluck, he came home with us, and he's just playing around til his mom comes to get him.





Although it's not a flattering picture, this is Soeur Sopi eating at the potluck. There was an okay turnout. The way it works here is that people bring their own food and then after serving themselves and their families, they share their 'leftovers' with whomever would like to taste their food. Today I ate some sort of Portuguese minestrone, rice, chicken, and some type of ratatouille (I'm not quite sure what was in it, but it was good!).






This is Cayo. He's Soeur Sopi's son, and he's 20 years old. He thought it would be funny to wear Marnie's sweater and hold her purse, so I thought it would be funny to take a picture of him. I wonder if he'll ever read this blog and find this picture of himself online!!















Another picture of Akréé. Marnie let him listen to her IPod, and he was dancing around in his underwear. It was too funny to pass up. So there you go.