I don't have a whole lot of time today,
and the wifi is not so great so the photos will have to wait until next week
(sorry to all who enjoy those, but I'll see if I can't get one to send or
something somehow.) because there were quite a few awesome things that occurred
which I can share, but not take pictures of.
Pizzas eaten: 53
Gelato: 43
Boooks of Mormon: 74
This week was nuts. We started off with
a headache and leg cramp on Tuesday, and then I had to find some out of the way
little localized something or other store for us to pay the phone bill. We
couldn't find it to save our lives, and then some dude just pulled out of
traffic to give us the directions to that store while he was on his moped and
then he drove off like he didn't just save our night. What a legend.
Wednesday was the start of a scambio for
the other two anziani that live in our house with us, and they were trading
companions for the day with the Zone leaders in Rome 5. That's about an hour
from where we are, I'm not even sure exactly where they are at to be honest,
just that they are a little ways away. I also had to give a lesson to all the
members in my district, all eight of them for district council. That's
basically where we meet once a week as a district to talk about how the work is
going and what it is that we can do to help the others with their work. Then we
had a group pizza eating session that some might call the meal of
"lunch" and it was delicious.
Thursday, we went door to door or house
to house really. You know, typical missionary stuff. Most all of the houses let
us in, and they all met us at the door before gently telling us that they had
no interest in our message. One couple let us in because they thought we were
the catholic priests that they had called to bless their home. We are not
catholic priests, but we still offered to dedicate the house. They graciously
declined and wished us well. We found a few people who told us to come back
tomorrow, and so we planned to do just that.
Friday, we did just that and we visited
again. The lady who told us to come back, probably did not expect us to do so,
because when we rang her through the citofono (intercom that apartments have)
she started casting us out with Saint names and threats of police and other
harsh words. I'm just glad that I was able to understand it all, and then we
found Marco. He has interest in The Book of Mormon, so we gave him a copy, and
got his number. Hopefully more to come there.
Saturday. We received an email to go to
an very far away hospital and give a blessing there to someone who we had never
met and who was in the ICU. After seven hours of searching through the
hospital, we found him, unconscious on a bed. I had to give him a blessing on
my own due to the hospital rules, and in Italian because that's how it works
here in Italy. You speak the language or no one understands you. Te we made it
to our other appointment just on time after getting lost in the wonderfully
confusing place that is Italy and it's streets.
Sunday. I had to translate for a gaggle
of Americans and I misunderstood the word for "chapel" as
"hat" Capella, and Capello respectively. I had to make a metaphor in
order for the hour long lesson to make sense and as soon as the lesson was
over, every other missionary told me what I had done. Surely, this will not
happen again with this word. That just goes to show that we are all human and
that no one, besides Christ, is perfect who ever walked on this earth.
That's all for now my peeps,
Anziano Anderson
P. S. If some of you missionary folk that receive this email
know the emails for anziano Griffeth and Bizzotto, please feel free to send
those to me so I can include them as well. The rest of you, live a beautiful
life.
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