Le Tour du Lac!

SO, as you know, Annecy is located on the shore of a lake. There's something called the Tour du Lac, which is a bike circuit that goes all around the lake. Since I got here I've been excited to do it, and today I finally had the opportunity!
I borrowed a bike from the Loichots, filled my backpack with provisions, and after I dropped the kids off at sailing practice I set off around the lake.
The first part of the circuit was an uphill part. It was only moderately difficult, and it was exceedingly beautiful above all things, yeah, because it took me on a road with the high mountain cliff on the left and the lake on the right. I passed many super old red-shingled stone French houses with vines climbing up them, just like you see in the movies. I had an awesome conversation with God while I rode.
When I was about a third of the way around the lake, I stopped and parked my bike. I then sat on a little stone wall with my feet dangling over the water, cracked out my Mate, and enjoyed the beautiful view of the lake and of Annecy on the far side. I pulled out my scriptures and had an awesome and very spiritual study experience. While I was studying, a dude came up behind me like a creeper and I turned around to talk to him. He was wondering what it was that I was reading, and I showed him that it was the Book of Mormon. It turns out that he's a Jehovah's Witness. We had a nice conversation about the Bible and the Book of Mormon. He was very polite and respectful, and didn't try to fight or bible bash with me (so different from the ones in Italy!)
I then continued on my way. There came a part at the far point of the lake when the path became very confusing because it went through a neighborhood with many roads leading all over the place, and I had no idea which way I was supposed to go because I hadn't studied the map beforehand. I took my best guess, and ended up on a path that kept leading me farther and farther into the forest and up a mountain. I didn't mind this detour at all, because it was a WAAAAY incredibly beautiful forest that put the Primordial Celtic Forest of Doom at Lyon to shame. I really enjoyed the hike through the mountain forest, even if it was pretty difficult with a bike since it was a path meant to be hiked on foot.
Yes, I know what you're thinking. Only I could get lost on a circuit around a lake.
After being lost in the forest for about an hour, I finally found my way back to the lake. Unfortunately, the path that I was on only led me back the way I came! So, frustrated, I had to go back around the same side of the lake from whence I came, although on a different path than the one I came on. I don't know how, but somehow this path was ALSO uphill, so I literally did the hard part of the circuit twice without being able to do the easy part and literally went uphill both ways. But it was okay, because this path was also very beautiful and led me through a little village with nice little houses.
And now I just got home with zombie legs and a zombie appetite. I'm super excited for tonight, because tonight I have an appointment with the missionaries to go visit with them a new convert who is... ITALIAN! I'm so excited for the chance to teach the Gospel in Italian again. It's gonna be exceedingly awesome.

Update: I just got back from the appointment. We went to teach Anna, an old Italian lady. It was so fun hearing her accent when she spoke French! It wasn't just an Italian accent, because she comes from a region of Italy called Calabria, which has a very unique and particular accent even to other Italians, so she was speaking French in a very heavy Italian-Calabrese accent. It was awesome! Picture French, but with all the R's rolled instead of gutteral, with an extra vowel tacked onto the end of every word, substituting Italian words for similar French words such as saying "Allora" instead of "Alors" and "Ma" instead of "Mais" and "Diranno" instead of "Diront." Plus a generous helping of talking with her hands, of course. If someone who didn't speak either language heard her speak, they wouldn't be able to tell that she wasn't speaking Italian. I loved it! And at the end I got to bare my testimony in Italian and say the closing prayer in Italian, which she LOVED because she was baptized here and had never heard a Mormon prayer or testimony in her own language before. She invited me back later this week to cook with her. :)
Then I went home and grandma Loichot taught me how to make the yummiest thing I've eaten in France... CRAB QUICHE!!!