Tuesday, March 5, 2019

How to be an Italian Missionary


This email I want to discuss a little bit about what our schedule is like and also what I do to fill those hours. Because where I live is smaller compared to most other cities in Italy save the other two in my district and one in a different island that I'm aware of at the time of my writing this email. Anyhow, here are the stats and then the rest of my email! 

Pizza: 51

Gelato: 43

Books of Mormon: 65

The schedule and the hours

     We as missionaries are expected to follow a strict routine that keeps us busy and alert for most of the time we have in our 24 hours in the day. Eight of these hours are spent sleeping from 22:30 to 6:30. The only time this changes is if we are sick or if we have an hour or longer on a bus and decide to take a nap. Busses are for napping. We like busses. From 6:30 to 7:30 we wake up and work out for that first hour of the day. From 7:30 to 8:00 one of us showers while the other irons their clothes and cleans up the kitchen while trying not to use all the hot water in the sink so they have some to use in the shower. The one in the bathroom showers, shaves and prepares for the day. Then we switch and the one who just showered finishes the dishes if there are any and then irons their clothes and starts cooking breakfast for the both of them. 
     From there, we eat until 8:30 and then we plan for the day. Who we want to visit, where we want to goad what we want to teach if we have (somehow) a lesson to prepare for. We do this until 9:00 and then from 9:00 to 10:00 we have a personal study where we study whatever is in our hearts and minds that morning. Usually, in preperation for our lesson but also so we can have a better understanding of the five lessons that we teach which are summaries and the basics of our religion. We do this because the better you understand something, the more simply you can explain it. If you have issues explaining something, than maybe you need to study up on it again. 
     During the hours of 10:00 to 13:00 we go outside and we proselyte. This involves us talking to Italians, getting rejected, sometimes handing out a card but then smiling and looking forward for the chance to talk to another person who will probably reject us again. I honestly love it. It just gives me all the more reason to apply myself because if I can't explain what we believe in fifteen seconds or less in about that many words, they lose any interest that they might have had and move on to stand around in fromt of the nearest Cafè for a while. 
     We are blessed with an hour and a half lunch in the Great Italy Rome Mission from the hours of 13:00 to 14:30 because that's when the people here are on lunch and they hate to be disturbed when there is food on the table d a reason to sleep for an hour after they eat. We have a half lunch in comparison to the Italians. They eat for three hours during the day, sometimes four for their lunch hours. All the businesses are closed during this time as well so once lunch is done, we study together from 14:30 to 15:30 and then from 15:30 to 16:30 we study the language and practice it with one another. By the way, we speak with one another in Italian during the day as well, so this is where we practice the harder parts of the language and test each other's knowledge. We are then blessed with the ability and opportunity to go proselyte again from 16:30 to 21:00 if we don't have English course or a lesson planned. If there is course, we teach English from 19:00 to 20:00 and finish our course with a spiritual thought. Every time we start anything in these hours, end something in these hours, or leave the house, we do so with a prayer (exceptions on the bathroom). We say anywhere between 15-25 prayers daily on a normal day. 
     Of course, we are allowed respite every Monday of the week. First time in my life I've said that Mondays are my favorite days in the month. It's these days that we start off and follow the schedule until about 10:00 and then we go and d missionary appropriate activities from 10:00 until 18:00 and then we put our missionary garb on again and go out proselyting for the last three hours of the day. From 21:00 to 22:00 we write in our journals if we feel so inclined and then we prepare for bed from 22:00 to 22:30 and then we start over the next day. Every day is an adventure and while it is very structured, it's well worth the obedience and diligence it takes to follow and to want to follow this schedule, it's tried and true. It's protected me from harm, ill-will and unnecessary misfortune. This, and a little white handbook with 65 pages of guidelines/rules and 12 pages of ordinances to assist and protect us in our work. If you are in the fence when it comes to serving a mission, make he choice to serve. I promise you that as you serve, you will be blessed tenfold more than whatever you left behind could have ever possibly given you. Choose to serve, because the testimony you will build while in the service of others will be strengthened more during these two years to 18 months than any other experince you can have in your lifetime. 

The Week as I remember it

     Well, as for the rest of my week and the experiences that populated it I'll start with this tuesday and we'll see where that leads us. We have this member that I've mentioned in times past, Sorella Ballacchino, who lives in Licata which is an hour away by bus and she has friends with interest in the gospel. She invited us over very early in the morning so we had to take a 9:45 bus to make it there on time and we were picked up by her and her friend, Danielle, in the friend's car. I've taught Danielle once before and it was perfect because we had planned that morning to teach about the second part of the five lessons that we have. However, after we picked up the food required for lunch and an Italian dessert, we were then dropped off and Danielle drove away. 
     As my companion and I went over our options as to what we needed to do or what we were going to teach, we ate that Italian dessert which was puff pastry that was fried, sprinkled with powdered sugar and then drizzled with a bit of honey. Much like the tortilla cinnamon and sugar chips my dad used to make for new years at the church before our nerf gun wars. 
     We were joined a few minutes later by sorella Ballacchinos daughter and she would have brought her husband but he was very sick. So we taught these wonderful women and then we caught our bus home almost two hours later than what we had originally planned. While at the bus stop we saw some hair that will remain in my memory for the rest of my life and I've attached a photo below so we will all have the chance to see what we saw. 

The days that followed

     Wednesday brought with it a whole bunch of people to our apartment. I had the whole district and the zone leaders over after or district council and I started to cook lunch for all of them. I had bought a little bit of food the day before so I cooked literally all of the food that I bought and it was just enough for them. I ended up eating some corn and tuna with balsamic vinegar and salt in a bowl for lunch while they ate pasta, but it's cool because I totally love tuna and corn. I actually do, it's just so fresh and crisp that I couldn't help but enjoy my healthy lunch. 
     Once everyone left, Anziano Koford and I had a scambio for that night and most of the next day. We had a ball proselyting and I showed him the best Piadineria in town with a wonderful wait time of twenty minutes. It gave us time to run to the ATM and make it back just as they were calling our name. The next day we had an appointment in a nearby city called Porto Empedocle which is near the ocean. We received the call just five minutes before we made it to his house in which he told us he had to cancel because his wife was sick. That just meant we got to skip rocks on the beach for half an hour until the next bus came because we were supposed to have lunch with that family and no one was out while we were waiting for the bus. There are also pictures of our time on the beach attached.
     When our companions pulled in and exited their bus, I was given a brand new quad that one of the other missionaries who had just left our district last transfer left behind because he lacked room. I received it because I mentioned how the pair of scriptures that I've had since I was 8 was just about full and I was having to create new marking techniques to keep track of everything that I was studying. I'm liking the quad a lot more than I thought I would. 

Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Birthday! 

     For Friday, we traveled back to Licata to have lunch with our ward Mission leader and we had the chance to talk to him and eat lunch with his family while Moana (Oceana in Italy because Moana is the name of a pornstar here) was playing in the background. I've now seen that movie two times. Once in English, once in Italian. I understood most of what was said, so that was a plus! As per our meeting and lunch, it went well and just gotta say I love sausage and potatoes way more here than I did in America. It's just better here. 
     Saturday was full of excitement for Carnivale which is this week-long festival here where there is a farmers market every day (I bought some garlic purè and some tomato/olive purè which is delicious) and other things like trampolines and bumper cars for those who want to party hard. My companion and I then went to the church to help them set up for he party we were holding there. Karaoke, pizza, and the occasional line dance that they knew were found there. It was funny, because someone brought a USB stick with a bunch of music but it wasn't that great if I'm going to be honest. So, I jumped onto the computer and started playing the songs that I could remember from my time as stake dances and they loved it. I had to start with Rick Astely "never gonna give you up" and after that song I became DJ. It was fun, every now and again I had a request and I can see why DJ's love their jobs. 
     I received a call today that informed us of where I and my companion are going for this transfer. He is staying here in Agrigento, but I'm headed to Rome to follow up train and I'm getting blown in. That just means that both the Anziani that lived there before got pulled at the same time so neither of us know where anything is. It also means we have the chance to meet the prophet and the whole quorum of the twelve in this coming week. I'm not complaining, that's pretty awesome!! 

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