The end of the first transfer... will I go or will I stay?

Yes folks, I did it, I survived the first full transfer in Italy. What can I say I learned?

more gospel principles learned from a bike

1) always shake your helmet out before you jam it on your too large head...

okay homies, that is just good sense. a spider crawled out two seconds before I put it on my head. I killed it with my hand. I am a monster now-nothing phases me. I guess the spider could be Satan. Kill him too.

2) drive like a local or die like a tourist....

We are in the world, but not of the world. Crazy insane problems are thrown at us every single day and unfortunately we have to know how to say no these days to the temptations of porn, drugs, sex, and other nasty things. However, we have the tools necessary to make it a heck of a lot easier to say no and therefore not die like a tourist.....

3) Twist ties are not enough to secure your basket to your bike forever.

Just as i use twist ties to secure my basket to my bike (still think it was a good idea) sure enough, it got stolen, dang! Well it was superficial and basically said "look, i am free!". Such is life. When we read our scriptures superficially or pray redundantly we are just asking for something dumb to happen. Take time for the things that matter and your baskets wont get stolen!

Well this last week was my senior week. I did everything minus making the phone calls because italians talk fast in person but on the phone is a heck of a lot harder to understand! Well. I HATED IT: Yes i did, i will admit it, i liked be able to follow my companion around and let her take control of the situation. I was happy the week finally came to an end on sunday.

Monday was the big day when we would find out about transfers. Sorella Acerson was seriously feeling that she would be training a new sister and leaving me behind in Rimini. I thought "pssss feelings smeelings....i will just get sent a step mom(another sister to finish my next 6 weeks of training)". The phone rings and it is the assistants with the news. Sure enough, sorella acerson will be opening a new companionship in Verona (jealous) and training. This is what happened after

assistant: Can I talk to Sorella Alley?

Slla Acerson: She is right here

Me: Pronto!

Assistant: Sorella, would you like to know where you are going for tansfers?

Me: Yes, that would be a nice to know

Assistant: Well your companion will be going to Verona and you will stay in Rimini

Me: Okay...

assistant: Would you like to know who your new companion will be?

Me: Ummmmmm ya, who is my new companion

Assistant: well sister, I dont have a name for you because You have been asked to be a trainer.

Me: .........I am going to be sick........

People, this is seriously. I leave for Milan thursday morning to pick up a FRESH BRAND NEW SISTER MISSIONARY!!!

I feel like I am going to have a baby without the 9 months of preparation time.

So basically, since receiving the phone call I have been a mix of emotions. One second I am bumped for the new adventure and the next I am in tears TERRIFIED!!!! I feeeeeel extremely inadequate and underqualified. I still do not understand what people are saying and now I am the one who will lead lessons. I have spend alot of time on the knees and have frequent conversations with Heavenly Father. I REAAAAALLLY hope that He is serious about magnifying those He calls.

So please, pray for me. I will need all the help I can get. But mor eimportantly, pray for her! I will survive because heccccck I was born an Alley and Alleys DO NOT QUIT but she may listen to me speak once and swim back to america. I thought about it but the idea of sharks is enough to keep me in Rimini.....

Love you all and thank you for all your support. Pray hard people. Expect miracles, when you cry, lift your head up and you wont get nasty running nose everywhere (hence a prettier cry)....onward and upward.

You can write me here in RIMINI now - becca has the andress so post it and write me! Handwritten letters are money

hoping to survive and not kill my poor daughter,

sorella alley

ps. Mom i "cleaned away" a lot of frustration and you would be so proud. I even sacrificed my toothbrush (no not the one i use, I am not an elderhehe) and got in deep and goood with the bathroom. It was horrendous.