Monday, June 27, 2016 from the bottom

This week was full of A LOT of finding, and every type of it. It's
okay though! We saw a lot of miracles and we're excited for this
upcoming week :). #appointments
One in particular was running into this contact we had met a few weeks
ago. I had actually been talking about her the other day, because she
was just so cool! She's super great, has a parent from Greece and from
Russia, but has lived in Italy for a while now and has the weirdest
but coolest Italian accent I've ever heard. The last time we met her
we weren't able to get her number because she had to get off the bus,
and I was kind of lamenting about it  the other day, but then this
week we finally saw her again!
My companion was sitting at the back of the bus, and I was somewhere
in the middle (we don't sit next to each other because if we sit next
to each other we can't talk to other people. Gotta optimize that
time!). The person next to me was not having it, but I looked up and I
saw her across the bus! I thought, okay this could be weird to go
across the bus, to talk to someone I met for two minutes about a month
ago, but then I also thought I'm a missionary and I literally have
nothing to lose, so I got up to sit next to her, and she remembered
who we were! We started talking, and then she was like, "one second",
and she had to talk to do something on her phone. Then I was like, oh
no, we have to get off again, and we won't get her number, so I said a
little prayer and was like "please help us have a way to contact her
before we have to get off the bus" and then she looked up at me and
was like, "do you have my number?"


What?!! I know. I love when that kind of stuff happens.

We also had our fair share of creeps this week. But also a big
testimony builder of how much we are watched over. So there's the town
drunk. He's just always out, always has a carton of wine with him, or
a beer or something of the sort. He's just this old, drunk, Italian
guy, and naturally, he's in love with me. One of my first nights in
Pescara he serenaded me on the bus, and then from that point on,
whenever he sees me, whether it be across the bus or across downtown
it's always "ciao! Ollie-day! Ciao bellissima!" I should probably wear
my Sorella Vacanza nametag more often. But anyways, we hadn't seen him
in a while but then Saturday, we got on the bus and then we hear the
slurred cat calls... Great, and so we sit down and just pretend to be
unaware of it. THEN, something that never happened happens, the bus
driver PULLS OVER, and not even at a bus stop, and gets up, goes up to
the guy and is like, "Hey, on this bus we don't talk like that, and if
you want to talk like that, you can get off right now. If not, I'm
just going to call the cops". Woo!! Shoutout to my now favorite bus
driver in Pescara! It's not really their job to do that, and most bus
drivers just let whatever happens on the bus happen. But returning to
the story, the drunk guy, got pretty quite for a while, but then I
guess his pride was hurt and so then he started getting upset at the
bus driver saying he didn't know how to drive and stuff, and so he
pulls over again, and then on come about four cops and they escort
drunk guy off the bus. Justice served!

Other news for the week, it is INSANELY hot. Mom, I'm so grateful for
you cleaning the house in the summer and literally anytime you ever
cook anything or use the oven in the summer. This morning cleaning the
house was intense. Yesterday when we got home, we sweated so much we
both smelt like chlorinated pools, or sea water. This morning I was
washing the dishes around breakfast, and just the combination of the
heat in our house with the steam from the hot water for our dishes set
our fire alarm off. I didn't even cook anything! It's just so hot and
so humid and there's no escaping it! Yesterday someone saw our
suffering and gave us free Popsicles so that was pretty cool :).
(Haha, "pretty cool")

Happy late Birthday to Blake! I love you don't worry I didn't forget.
And happy early birthday to Summer! Holy cow you two are getting old.

Abbracci e baci
Vi invito a pregare per sapere se Thomas S. Monson è un profeta di
Dio. He is! And it's kind of amazing, and a really big deal. Quanto è
meraviglioso che possiamo pregare a Padre Celeste, e poi ci risponde?
Man, it's all so true.

Sorella Holiday

 We celebrated Blakes birthday with gelato

Preaching it with the ward choir at a rest home

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