Flamingo and a baptism

Sooooooooo I survived Denmark for a week, even though some guy in Høje Taastrup Station didn't. There was a murder in some other missionaries area and they happened to be near the scene and saw the dead body...

Anyway my week was interesting! Remember that guy I told you who came to General Konference and so I had to watch part of it in Danish? Well that wasn't just any guy, his name is FREDJUF! He's incredible, that was the first time we met him but he said that Konference was exciting (which is hard to imagine because the Danish translators have zero emotion in their voices when they translate) and he accepted out invitation to come to CUV thatTuesday (which is pretty much Young Single Adults Danish style). So he shows up on Tuesday, stays for all of CUV and after the institute hour which included a sweet lesson on the Book of Mormon HE asked US what our church thought about people getting re-baptized into OUR church. Ældste Larsen was totally down for that, I thought he had asked why it was important to get re-baptized and so I didn't completely realize that we had set a baptisimal date for him until after we left... BUT WHEN I FOUND OUT I WAS EXCITED! Haha that means that before Ældste Larsen goes home on November 7th we should have two baptisms! So in your face worldthattoldmeiwouldneverbaptizepeopleinDenmark! Haha it's really been such a blessing because I've just been along for the ride in this journey. I mean I can usually understand the topic of discussion, but it's hard to understand the topic, think of what I want to say, and say it before the conversation goes somewhere else. So I'm thankful that Ældste Larsen is on top of the language. Anyway Fredjuf actually went to a youth activity without any notice or invitation from us to watch a soccer game with the other 20ish year olds and showed up to church for all three hours. When asked if he was a member he answered "Ikke nu" which means "not yet" PERFECT ANSWER! He's set to get baptized on November 2ndand he is super prepared! He asked a ton of good questions at church and everytime the teacher or Ældste Larsen answered he would say how that made sense and that he agreed with that or something similar. Pragtfuld!

Other fun things have been teaching a family home evening in Danish, having dinner with Danish families and going to a farewell party and trying to talk to like three people at once in Danish with a trillion conversations going on around me and not being able to hear anything....

Oh yeah, the farewell. So there's a girl in our ward named Sofia who is leaving to Montreal Canada on a French/Spanish speaking mission and she alraedy speaks Danish and English and Spanish and even a tiny bit of Italian and will now be working on French. Talk about multi-lingual. She was the first acutal Danish person that I had an entire conversation with that I (at least I think I did) understood. I'll put a picture at the bottom.

So we walk everywhere and take buses and I think it's entertining. I know the area a bit better now and could find my own way to the major bus stops around our apartment as well as the church and the Banegård which is the big train station by our apartment. I'll also but some cool pictures of Denmark and one of my Mission family. The Ældste at the top is my trainer - Larsen. Everyone else was either trained by Larsen, trained by someone who was trained by Larsen, or trained by someone who was trained by someone who was trained by Larsen. Ældste Larsen is pretty much the Abraham of our mission so I get to be in part of the biggest "family" in the mission haha.

Only other things I can think to put in is that Danish food is still awesome, I talked to Ældste Swan who went to Jr. High with me and is actually part of the Larsen family, and Danish people should really slow down when they talk so I can seperate the words they use and then maybe I could understand at least half of what they say. OH! I tried street contacting for the first time. That was scary. But I managed to stop people and introduce the Book of Mormon before getting denied. The last girl I talked to outside of our apartment actually gave us her email and I almost got through the whole contact before Ældste Larsen had to step in to help. Anyway, that's all for now folks!

Oh - completely forgot... Flamingo is the Danish word for Styrofoam, said just like it is in English. That's why it was in the title, I thought it was hilarious haha!