1. Substitute for any other oil or butter. (Your banana bread will
still taste good, different, but good. It will also give it a richer
2. Put it on your cold sores. (I haven't tried it, but they say that's
what you should do to cure them, and probably any other ailment of the
3. Kinky curly hair. (also haven't tried it, but apparently when you
run out of your hair product, it's definitely a go to. Keeps your
curls pretty nice from what I've witnessed)
Okay, what a week! The mission is great! Special shoutout to Grandma
Lila who emailed me last week and still reads my emails, this ones for
Monday: normal pday with an extraordinary last three hours of the day.
We headed out to Città San Angelo, to visit a less active who is
recovering from orthopedic surgery in a rehabilitation center.
Rehabilitation Centers are great! There's just a tranquil vibe around
the whole facility, and inside there are people from all different
backgrounds with different life stories, with their own families and
friends, and then they get paired with a random person to room with
for a couple weeks and none of you can go outside the boundaries of
the rehabilitation center. You're just there and you become part of
this random little community for a short period of time.
Anyways, so we were there visiting this woman, but it also became an
opportunity to start teaching her friend! Neither of them could run
away or wave us off saying "no, no, no I'm too busy," or "look girls,
I ain't interested for nothin'". Well the second thing she could have
still said, but we had them right where we wanted them and even
better, they actually wanted to listen! They prayed, and participated
and it was great.
The following days of the week consisted of lots of seeking referrals
and finding and running all over the place. It got pretty tough.
Rejection and lack of success tend to weigh on you sometimes, and
blind you from all the blessings that are raining down around you, but
we pushed on!
Thursday night Pescara's football team (soccer, calcio whatever you
call it!) won a pretty important game which brought them up to Serie A
(pretty much division 1). The rest of the weekend the city has just
been going crazy! Saturday night they had a big parade with fireworks
and they closed off a bunch of main streets. I have to add the detail
of there being a float with a giant blue cross on it (blue is
Pescara's team color). Don't know what that's supposed to mean, but
man do I love Italy!
I really do love Italy though. At the beginning, whenever I heard
someone speak English whether it be an accent from the U.K.,
Australia, but especially America, it was just the sweetest sound to
my ears! But now Italian is starting to have that same effect on me.
Amongst the Yoruba, Senegal, Romanian, and all the different dialects
there are, I just love hearing some good old Italian.
Speaking of other languages! We got down to our last Italian Book of
Mormon (don't worry we stole some of the Elders so now it's all good),
and so Saturday when we headed out we were like okay, we'll take our
Italian and what other language? So we grab an English, and then I
grabbed a random Ukrainian one that we had just for kicks. Then on the
bus, the first person that sits next to me is a woman. And I think,
what should I say to her? Then she pulls out a book to read and I'm
like, man I hate disturbing people when they're in the zone! So I go
for a soft, "I like your shirt approach". (I actually did like her
shirt though, I noticed it before she even got on the bus). Then she
thanked me, and I noticed the book she was reading was not with Latin
characters. So I asked her where she was from. You know where she was
from? UKRAINE. I could not have whipped that Book of Mormon out of my
bag any faster. Small talk over! She's not interested right now, but
come on is that awesome or what?
Sunday night I was so beat! I laid down on my bed after planning and
my body just felt like it was going to fall straight through into our
neighbors apartment. Supermarket miracle lady feels too busy to meet
with us anymore, my sweet redheaded Romanian moves to England on
Tuesday and we weren't able to see her at all, the baptism for this
Saturday-- cancelled. I was just like, what? But don't worry, all is
well. I read something really great in the Book of Mormon and prayed
and I get it now.
Knowing and believing are two different things. Believing is trusting.
I honestly know, that ALL of it is true. There is no doubting it.
Believing it, I trust that everything will be okay in the end, and all
that Heavenly Father has promised, will be fulfilled so long as I can
do my part too.
Final miracle: this morning on our way to the city, we ran into our
redheaded Romanian who leaves tomorrow!! There was not going to be any
other time to see her, and double miracle we got to meet her daughter
who will be staying here! That was awesome. Heavenly Father was saving
that miracle special for today.
Okay love you all have a great week!
Modeling my new dress but also the delicious juice I made because one
of the lemons went moldy haha. We added kiwi and grapefruit
When you wonder why you couldn't find the street, and then realize
We made s'mores! Except graham crackers don't exist here and jiffy
marshmallows don't either, these were pretty gourmet, doesn't give it
that same American taste. Hershey's doesn't exist either, but Nestle
was as good as it was going to get