The doorbell just rang. When I opened it, there were two squeaky clean young men in suits. Each had a little black name tag. Yep. Mormons.
One of them started speaking in Icelandic and I stopped him. Turns out they were both Americans, California and Utah. Can you imagine? He was about to witness to me in Icelandic. That’s so cute and it makes me jealous. A year and a half and he can have deep religious conversations in this crazy language. So they talked to me in English and I explained that I’ve read the Book of Mormon and that I’m comfortable with my own religous state. I also told them that I appreciate what they are doing.
In related news, I start Icelandic classes next week. I’ve got my placement test tomorrow.
Yes, but have you read The Book of Mormon in Icelandic? 😀
Ahahahahaha!
No.
But I am going to my Icelandic placement test this afternoon.