Subject: Clean Apartment
Dear Family of mine,
Dear Family of mine,
This week has been a very strange one. I'm finally recovered from my cold that actually DID get worse and develop into a nasty cough, but I'm better now. thank goodness. In general though, strange week. Wednesday, we did some casa and got in once, then we went home. During that day we found some napolitano cards, which are much cooler than normal cards, and we've played an italian card game called scopa, which is pretty fun. Anz. Ballif always wins, though. oh well.
Thursday, we went to Sartirana, which is at the top of the biggest hill I've ever biked. I practically died at the top. I'm out of shape. That morning, we found a Sri Lankan man named Hardeep who is sikh, which I've heard of but cannot remember anything else about. He then fell through the next day. oh well. That afternoon, we taught Alberto, a street contact that Anz. Ballif practically forgot about, but was very curious at the very least in what we bring. When I taught him again, he'd read the entire introduction to the Book of Mormon and 1 Nephi 1. Bravo. We then got a new washer from Bergamo, which is... MUCH nicer than the one we had. and smaller. but fits about the same amount of stuff. sweet. That evening, we taught the plan of Salvation to the Muçe's with their relatives there, who are all members, one is american and only speaks english... That was weird. But they are reading, the dad came to church on sunday, and just... YES! We then taught English class... they had questions about hunting in the states.
New Year's Eve we bought our cleaning supplies, planned, and then we went to Osnago where we did some casa and got into a... Pentecostal (I think?) man who was a catholic priest, and shared with us his "Testimony". When we tried to read from the Book of Mormon, he wouldn't let us, because he's convinced that the bible says that you can't have any more scripture... MANAGIA! his testimony reminded me of Alma 36. It was a cool testimony, the missionaries just didn't find him fast enough. now he's stuck in his own beliefs. oh well. We then dropped some banana bread by the Muçe's, helped set up a ward party, and went home by 8 because "It can be dangerous"... oh well. We played a lot of scopa that night.
Saturday, New Year's Day, we cleaned the apartment like we did on Ferragosto. Those are the two deep cleanings of the year. why? because NOONE is out on those days. literally, when we went to a kebaperia for pizza for lunch, we were the ONLY people on the streets. anyways, the apartment is very clean now.
Sunday, the whole Muçe family came to church, including their member relatives, who gave testimonies in fast and testimony meeting,and we taught Gospel Principles, Chapter 3. We made the mistake of starting the class 10 minutes early (almost), and then we breezed through it, and then at the end there were 30 minutes before Sacrament started. oh well... It was a terrifying lesson... 15 people is scary when you're used to 1-5 people. ah well. That evening, we did a lot of casa.
Monday, we had District Meeting, followed by a scambio with me and Anz. Malku in Merate. We did some casa, which was very odd. We taught two lessons about the Book of Mormon at the door, to people who didn't want us to come back. One was Italian, the other was Indian and worships Hare Krishna (for reals. not like me.) We then found 2 ex-investigators who are OLD. and can't read anymore. oh well. They said to come back in about a month. Then we went to the Muçe's, in which Anz. Malku explained a lot of things in Albanian. Which was awkward for me. Thankfully, Brigilda at least accepted a baptismal date for the 5 of February. the rest weren't so sure. But. Clara, said that she likes our church more than the Catholic church. She'll get baptised too. I'm very happy about them. After the Muçe's we were 20 minutes late for an appointment with Alberto, who was still there waiting for us. Bravo. and he read. We taught him more or less the plan of Salvation and explained church. Then we went home.
Tuesday morning, Anz. Malku and I did some whiteboard strada asking "Is it important to pray?" Everyone said yes practically. why? because I believe in God. Which is interesting, because when we asked if there was a God, people weren't so sure. Doing that, we found a Peruvian family who are the relatives of a member, with whom we're teaching them tonight. Woot. We riscambied, and Anz. Ballif and I went to a part of Merate beyond the death hill I rode earlier in the week. This time I made it up the hill without walking. We did casa there, among houses and castles built probably 400+ years ago. It was bizzarre. We had dinner with Paola, and came home. This morning, we shopped. and yay. Cool week, huh?