Today I had one of the wierdest encounters ever.  The world is a very small place.
This morning I went to Swedish class.  I had my funny professor, so all went well.  We reviewed our verbs, conjugation in four different tenses, and left feeling relatively overwhelmed but slightly more confident...haha...the last part was a joke.  I begin my walk to the bus, which involves walking up the main street in downtown Jönköping.  I am walking along, sort of spacing at as usual, when a nicely dressed girl steps in front of me and says, "Hej!" 
"Hej," I reply, "Jag taler inte svenska" (I do not speak Swedish). 
"Do you speak English?" she replies, without the slightest accent. 
"Yep," I say, "I am American."  Well, guess what?  So is she!  Then I notice the name tag and connect the name tag to the nice attire and the friendly, greet random people on the streetness...oh my gosh I think to myself, this girl is a missionary.
 "Where are you from?" she asks. 
"Colorado."
"So am I!"  Holy crap, I think to myself.  "I am from Centennial...it is near Denver.  And you?"
"Wow...my roommate back at school is from Centennial.  I am from Evergreen.  It is a little town..."
"Oh I know Evergreen!  My dad lives there!" 
I decide to verify my suspicions: "Are you a Mormon missionary?"
"Yes!  Have you ever heard of the Mormon Church?"
"Yeah...well actually, my best friend is a Mormon missionary in Paraguay..."  Then, she gets really excited. 
"Oh how wonderful!  You attend church here?"
"Well no, you see, I am actually Catholic."
Obviously discouraged, but she is still going to try: "But your friend, has he shared the wonderful Book of Mormon with you?"
"Yeah...but I am pretty set on being Catholic."  Is there a better way to break the news?
Then, she pinned me down on the sidewalk and converted me!
Just kidding.  Actually we agreed that it was a small world and I continued on my trek to the bus.

Thank you, Mom!