Mascouche

Its official. I'm a Canadian immigrant. AHH!! That was pretty much all I could do for the first two days of being here. You should ask my companion. Oh right! No body knows where I am right now! My first area is... drum roll please... Mascouche, Quebec! I'm speaking French people! Oh and Spanish but more on that later. Sister Munive, my trainer, has been out here for almost a year. She is from Mexico and has an absolute addiction to any type of cookie. She really doesn't discriminate between her cookies.

Getting to Canada went a lot smoother than I thought I would. On our first flight I had a dream that they had to go through my bag at customs and found my corn-nuts and then taken to jail for smuggling food into Canada... This resulted in my chowing down of corn-nuts on the subsequent flight...just to be safe. But we made it to Canada, made it through customs in record time for a group as big as ours. Then proceeded to wait about half an hour waiting for our mission president to pick us up. You know that typical preschooler look? The kid just standing in a random spot in the room that has no idea what is going on around them but just stands there with drool coming out of their mouth and their finger in there nose? That's what we looked like. No joke.  Because guess what people. Not only do they speak French in Canada. They speak A LOT of French. And none of the French that we know... I felt like that Elder from The Best Two Years "Thats not the language they taught us in the MTC!" It was pretty ridonculous.

Finally our Mission President picked us up, we partook of the first real food in a month and by Gordon! It was delicious! I'm starting to realize that here, the salads are really really REALLY good. We then stayed the night at the mission home, and got to take our first real showers in a month, strange how amazing it is to have perfect water pressure and water that you can actually change the temperature to. The rest of the day was a little sight seeing and then we got to find out where we are going. We met our companions. I ate poutine for the first time. (Don't even get me started on that. It was so good yet so unhealthy that you really shouldn't dwell on how amazing it is. It feels like even if you think of its amazingness you gain weight.) Which is another thing...Mother I don't know how I'm going to tell you this...but I feel like I will be coming back a lot larger than I arrived. The Canadian people love their desserts, and you can't say no. Sister Munive and I were "graced" with the "oppurtunity" to eat four ice cream bars in one day. Please never again.

I don't have much more time but something that I have seen out here is God answers our prayers. He really really does, here's a story to prove it.  Within minutes of meeting my companion she turns to me and says "by the way you are driving." What?? I'm not the biggest fan of driving in the United States but in Canada?? The driving laws are a little bit/ a lot a bit different depending on where you are. Plus in Quebec all the signs are in French, in case you were wondering. So I'm stuck behind the wheel at least for these next twelve weeks because my companion is from Mexico and cannot obtain a licences here is Quebec. So we get into the car, buckle up, then Sister Munive realizes that we don't have the GPS... So we are stuck in Montreal...which is roughly the size of Chicago (I say roughly)... with no direction and a driver who hasn't driven in months. We decided to say a prayer so that I would be calm behind the wheel and that we would be able to get home safely. Sister Munive had a rough idea where she needed to go and so we started. And then somehow we got to Mascouche. Neither of us can tell you how, it felt like I was waking from a dream when we got out of the car to go to Walmart. Except we can tell you how. We know that it was by the prayer we had given that we were able to make it home, safely, soundly and without event. I believe I have seen a miracle, and I can't wait until I will be able to see more.

I love you all! It was wonderful to talk to/see my family this week. It was also pretty cool to hear my family's Russian Foreign exchange student speak French to me =D

Je vous aime

Soeur Cummings