Wed, Sep 14, 2011 at 4:56 AM
Ciao carissima famiglia e anche miei amici,
Amber! CONGRATULATIONS with Baby Jack!! I feel like an Aunt already!! He is BEAUTIFUL, and CHUBBY, and just WONDERFUL!! I can't wait to meet the little tyke! Good work keeping yourself healthy...9.4 pounds..you had a GENUINE bowling ball!!! Congrats!! :DDD
SO, my letter this week is going to ring true...this week really has been a first for EVERYTHING!! Let me start with the Thursday scambio to Firenze (Florence). No, I didn't get to see the Duomo or the leaning tower of Pisa...that will have to be saved for another day. But I did get to realize how SMALL Modena is! I was trying not to have anxiety that place was so huge! The saddest thing, when I arrived at the sister's apartment...they have over 200 families inactive in their area...Milan has over 400. The adversary is working SO HARD..and I'll elaborate on this more later. Anyway, I had my first bite of brie cheese (snicker) not my favorite...as well as eating a RED orange! Not blood oranges, but literally red oranges. And they were DELICIOUS!! While I was there in Firenze, we rang a citof and this man pokes his head out the window, looks at us, and lets us in. As we climb the stairs and reach his door...he opens it (a man looking like, well a mix between Sasquatch and Santa Clause) and says <Hi!> I look at him, ask him in Italian if he speaks English...he nods his head...and what the heck..I start ahead extending an invite in Italian. You can't blame me! People here say they speak English adn so you go off and then they look at you like you are crazy! Anyway, I continue, he lets me finish...and then he steps out of the doorway and in perfect english he says <Well, anyway...back to the English thing>. My companion just rolled...saying how I should have just seen my face! I wasn't expecting that at ALL!! Come to find out, he wasn't interested in our message...but it was nice to talk to fellow americans...he's from Florida on vacation with his wife and friends. There's a first...
Another first...We did our service opportunity on Friday and we were just starving!! We went by McDonalds and got a small soft serve cone...it was SO HOT and we hadn't had anything sweet since..well..forever. As I am sitting there, our stomachs are rumbling...and Sorella Smith asks if I have ever had a Big Mac. Yeah, surprise, surprise my answer was no! She about flipped! She bought one right there and we split the dang thing. So, my first Big Mac ever was in Europe, in Italy, on my Mission. hahah go figure..Oh! And I also had my first REAL African meal...Felix knew how much I wanted to try it and so he worked ALL DAY on Saturday to prepare FooFoo and Egosee Soup. It turned out really good...I didn't eat a WHOLE bunch because I know it stops you up...but he was so proud of us white girls eating it...You grab handfuls of it, and form it into little balls, dip it into the soup and swallow it whole. I tried rolling it between my palms to make a ball and he said I had to stop...Only the Grannies do it that way. YOu just squeeze it between your hands like to make a roll and go forward. I couldn't swallow it whole...so I chewed it...He was pretty shocked with that...but...he was still proud just the same. Seth was there too...and he just felt so bad for us. He doesn't like foofoo and so, against our will...LITERALLY he went and bought us pizza too!!! SO we took the pizza home and ate a little for lunch the next day...They feed us WAY too much...but they love it anyway. So that's my food firsts!!
Another first...this past week as I returned home from scambio...I realized that we had only accomplished 6 lessons! THat night we did some major calling and within 2 days we were going to accomplish 20. It wasn't crazy and we were going to accomplish it!! Come to find out...some things happened and we didn't accomplish 20...but we DID double our lessons..and that's okay with me. Sunday evening we had to cancel 4 lessons...because...well...I got into my first major bike accident. No really, it could have been really, really bad. The Lord was protecting me because I SHOULD have been hit by a car AND split my face...literally. BUT DON'T WORRY!! I am okay now...just really, really, sore and VERY bruised. Sorella Wolfgramm considered me her miracle Sunday night. As I was recooperating at the casa, all I could think about was...<Well, I wonder what my mom would do if she knew that I was in bed recooperating from all this mess..while everyone is dancing around the kitchen eating tacos...and just coming home from Church>. Sorella Smith was just amazing...she recounted the whole story, because quite honestly...I don't remember it. So here's the scoop...
As we were coming home from our lesson with Seth and Felix, my bike got it's 2nd flat tire. Okay, had to cancel one appointment across town so that we could switch bikes. We got home and I decided to use Sorella Smith's old bike..which our bike man said was pericoloso, but I didn't really understand why. I knew the brakes weren't that great, but I tested them and they seemed fine. We get to a round about and I squeeze my brakes...I don't remember anything else from here...Sorella Smith says she hears a thump and turns around to see my face: Eyes as big as saucers, my mouth wide open, my hands going out in front of me. I remember falling and then saying to myself, outloud <Gotta get up> My biggest worry was holding up traffic behind me. So, my stuff has flown everywhere and I, well, looking back I feel like a stud because I lifted my bike NO PROBLEM up two levels from the street. There is a step and then another step where we were, and I just moved my bike up that way...yeah, thanks Mark for the weight routine...Sorella Smith grabs everything and just starts laughing. She admitted that she and her family has issues with laughing at people when they get hurt...and by golly...I rocked a doozy! So I start laughing...which is MUCH better than crying. I look down at myself after a few people asked if I was okay...and I start shaking...as the adrenaline wears off. My skirt is completely trashed on the left side....dirt from the road all the way from my feet to my hips. My left wrist is burning and my left elbow has a bunch of dirt. My right palm stings and I notice my left knee is throbbing. I lift my skirt and both my knees are trashed. No blood or anything, but my left knee begins to sweel immediately and my left thigh...shoot, all I could think about was the picture of Grampa Egbert when he fell off the Tarzan in Idaho and slapped his leg against the water...My right knee had road burn all over the place...and it was just a mess. Sorella Smith grabbed everything and we went over to Dina's to clean myself up a bit. The Fabio's were there (Fabios=gay men who are being a BIG issue...I'll explain later) so I tried to clean up as fast as I could. We got home eventually, and Sorella Smith just loaded me up with peppermint oil to stop the swelling and cool down the burns. It worked! We decided to stay in the rest of the night because i was going in and out of shock...The next day I was okay... a little sore...but then yesterday I just had to sleep. I was EXHAUSTED and my arms feel like I was in a boxing match. My knees are okay despite the deep violet color on my left, and my thigh is okay despite the fist size bruises I have (3). So...my first bike accident...there we go.
Dina and the Fabios. Let me tell you, we had a lesson with Dina on Wednesday night and there were these 2 gay men there...Supposedly Dina had lost her keys and they let her in the apartment complex. We were supposed to have a dinner appointment with just her, but they wouldn't leave...So another first...I had dinner inside of two gay men's apartment. Dina was there, but we had to eat in their house because her gas went out... Anyway, they are being a BIG issue because we can't get ahold of Dina anymore. We are trying to hard to fight for her...to just teach her!! THese gay men are just ruining her life...because they are hiding the problem, not fixing it. Dina has just discovered that Leo has been cheating on her...and it RUINED HER. And the gay men just made it worse because...well...you know how they work. So right now, as was said in Zone Conference, we are at war. I have NEVER felt the strongest urge to command someone to leave a room...to literally get hence as I felt whenI was around those..well....men. Dina doesn't see it...and we don't know what's going on. But literally, we are, as missionaries, at war. I feel like a big ball of light whenever we have to encounter these gay men. You lose the Spirit immediately, but yet, you feel like you have so much power because you KNOW that you are living right in the sight of the Lord. It truly is the difference between night and day. So now our lives consist of trying to get ahold of Dina again and showing her the light that she is missing...Please pray for us!!
The work is slowing down...and I really feel that the Lord has some BIG changes for me. I keep feeling like the Lord is going to have me open a city...but you never know. At Zone Conference, the Zone sang happy birthday to me because the next conference isn't until December...and afterwards President pulled me aside (people say something that they admire about you...a Wolfgramm tradition) and said that if he could say something, (he couldn't because he'd have to for everyone) he said that I was like an old seasoned Relief Society president, stuck inside a young body. I'll get the job done, and I'll do it how I'm supposed to. He told me not to take it wrong...and thus, I took it as a genuine compliment. I was touched and very grateful!!
So remember how I wanted to go on a Mission? And I did go, and I learned a lot, and I am almost halfway through...I hit my 6 month mark in two days? Yeah...remember how I figured a mission would make me be a super mom and make me better than I have ever been? Yeah...I remember that too...I remember my desires everyday...and then I look forward, and remember that they are always changing...but yet the Lord is ALWAYS improving me!!
Love you all so much..but I gotta go! Thank you for the letters and emails..please please PLEASE keep them coming!!"
Con amore,
Sorella Bowman