Fourth of July (& Other Adventures)

Here in Italy, most of the people leave for vacation for a few months. I hear in August it is going to get worse, almost like a ghost town, but we will see.

This week was full of exciting adventures. For the fourth of July, I decided to make American food. I made burgers, fries, corn on the cob, and watermelon. It was not the same as home, but it was at least closer! :) We also made apple pie for our English class, and we had a fourth of July party. Everyone brought food, and it was an awesome activity.

Also, I got the best compliment this week. Some of my Italian friends here told me that after the mission, I should come back here and open a restaurant with my American food. Hahaha. (These were the ones I gave banana bread to, and other things). When an Italian compliments your food, you know it's good.

On Friday we went to Bari to pick up Sorella Greco's permesso (We are going back to Bari again this next week for ZONE CONFERENCE! Woot). I bought a little mini Italian bible while we were there. It's awesome. Then, we were on exchange, and I was with Sorella Branson. She arrived one transfer before me, and we had some really funny things happen while we were doing finding. We were also supposed to teach a Sikh man, but that appointment fell through. We found a woman who was sitting on a fountain, and we talked to her, and taught her a lesson. It was while in Bari that I realized that while I still have a lot to learn, I know a lot more than I thought I did. It was one of those cool realizations.

I used the fake boyfriend picture for the first time on my mission in Bari (Thanks mom!). Sorella Greco had to take her integration class, so I was sitting right outside. This Indian man kept talking to me, and asking questions about America, and if I was married, and so I showed him the picture. It worked pretty well. He stopped, and then it was super uncomfortable, so I just walked into the room that Sorella Greco was in. Hahaha...awkward moments.

On Monday, we ate lunch at the German lady's house in our ward. Every week she asks us to come for lunch on Mondays. She had told me to wear my hair up a few days before, but then I forgot. She saw Sorella Greco and I, and she said, "What did I tell you to do with your hair?" Then I hesitantly said, "...Put it up?" She then shooed us away to the bathroom to put our hair up. Then she showed us the reason she wanted them up. She was giving us these weird little hair net things that go over buns. This sister made us put them on. It was really funny, and I could hardly stop laughing. Then we had to wear them in public because she was coming on the same bus as us. As soon as she got off the bus, I took it off and put my hair back down. When we were wearing them, it literally looked like we had onions on our heads.

It was also Sorella Greco's birthday on Monday, so I made a gelato cake. It was two layers of cake, with gelato in the middle, and it was all covered in a whip cream stuff, then put in the freezer. I had gotten trick candles, and we took videos of when she tried to blow them out. Then both of us tried to get them out, and they wouldn't go out. It was really funny because both of us were trying to blow them out frantically, and they wouldn't go out. Finally we got some water, and Sorella Greco put them out with her fingers.

Then, the branch had a movie night activity. As missionaries, we were planning to be there for the spiritual thought, and then leave. Then, Fratello Lundi (one of the coolest people on this earth) called the mission president and asked for permission for us to watch a movie, and because there were some of our investigators there, we got permission. He had asked permission without us knowing. Haha he was sneaky, but we were able to watch Ratatouille (one of mom's favorites).

We are planning to end English course this week. One of our students is very dramatic, and kind of reminds us of Cruella de Ville, or like those women in the old movies with the really long cigarettes. She had written a card for us to thank us, and then read it to us last night. It was really funny, because I felt like I was at a poetry reading. There definitely should have been bongo drums, and we probably should have snapped at the end.

I love you all! You're the best, and I hope this week was awesome for all of you!

Love,

Sorella Worsham