A story about a nun...

Highlight of my life: This morning while riding on the way to the internet point, I stopped at a light and looked to the person on my left. I am a huge fan of awkward bike conversation so I immediately struck up conversation without even really thinking. The victim: a 80 year old Nun.

Sorella Alley "Oh how are you? Today is sure a wonderful day!"

Sister Veronica "I am fine, and you?"

Sorella Alley "Oh I am great! Just enjoying the sunshine."

Sister Veronica "What is your name?"

Sorella Alley "I am Sorella Alley"

Sister Veronica "..........no, I am Sister Veronica. Who are you?"

Sorella Alley "I am Sister Alley. We are both sisters."

Sister Veronica "But how can that be?" 

Sorella Alley "Well, if you would like, I can come to your..........cathedral? and teach you how that can be..."

Sorella Veronica " No thanks, I believe you."

Sorella Alley "okay, well remember CHrist was resurrected. Have a nice day"

Oh man!!!!! I was so close to teaching a nun! Instead I just rode off with a smile on my face giggling at the cute little Nun. I love this country. 

 Story time! This week we did a scambio while we left our greenie babies in Verona. Sorella Haslem and I andventured off to Milano to renew our promesso's, and we made a goal to teach and pray with everyone we sat by. So on the return trip, we split up and I sat down. Well the italian young man wasnt having it so he left (ya, that's right....you leave! I have a message to share! Hu!) but a nice young african man sat down. I struck up a conversation wtih Stanly from Nigeria. After a few minutes of coversation I slipped the plan of salvation  into the topic and ended up teaching the entire lesson. At one point, I looked at him and said, " Stanely, I know with this plan that Heavenly Father has created for us, you will see your mom again. Her death is just a moment and you will live with her again if you choose to follow the teachings of Jesus Christ." I then prayed for him and and his mom, Joy. Crying and thanking me repeatedly He gave me his number, thanked me, and got off the train. 

After, Sorella Haslem immediately came up to me and was so excited and blown away! I was like "Dude, sorella, that is what we do, teach people! Why are you freaking out?" and apparently, she had been listening to our entire conversation. Stanley never told me his mom had passed away or even what his mom's name was. He never even hinted at it. But she said I was almost glowing as we talked and that he was fixatted and visibly changed when i talked about his mom. So, that was a really cool experience. I can honestly say, i didnt even notice that I was being directed by the spirit or that I didnt hear the info from stanely. It was just in my head. 

THE SPIRIT IS MONEY!!!! Follow it, great things happen.

Huge mission land mark for me this week. I started the bible from page 1 when i entered italy. I finished it this week! I read the bible front to back in just over 11 months. PRobbly wont do that again, the old testament is weirdness but I still read it. Proud of myself.

Okay. a less consecrated story now. So, while we were on scambio, we noticed the sorelle greenies had left their helmets, unlocked on their bikes at the station. So we took them to teach them a lesson. Leave your helmets unlocked, they get stolen. Well, later we returned home to find our beds missing........found them in the bathroom with a note that said, "poopheads that steal helmets sleep in the bathroom." hahaha I was so proud of my daughter the Quintonator. Well, naturally, I just couldnt let it end here and being raised by Good old Papa Pierre, I noticed the word Poophead....naughty word for such cute little greenies. hehehehe so I wrote on the bathroom mirror, "Dont say Poopheads! The moms say WASH OUT YOUR MOUTHS!" Then the inner Pierre came out, and I somehow ended up putting soap on their toothbrushes. I am completely innocent, it was the monster. Well, they come home, while we pretend like we didnt even notice anything. THey laugh about the bathroom mirror but refuse to wash their mouths out. Sorella Miller brushes her teeth for 2 solid minutes without even noticing. after she's like, "wow, that toothpaste is terrible quality, i have bubbles in my mouth!" Then Sorella Quinton brushes her teeth and immediately her mouth explodes in bubbles and soapy foam! Then they figured out, we washed their mouths for them! hahahahahahaha oh it was too good. They cannot even retaliate it was that good. 

Missionary work is fun! 

Well this week was just a good week. We are working hard, laughing along the way, loving with all our hearts and trying our best to follow the examle of the Savior. Mostly, I am just happy. I have the best job in the world and can honestly say this has become who I am. 

best. misSION. EVER! 

vi amo,

Sorella Alley