Miracles, miracles everywhere and not a drop to drink

Ciao Famiglia!

Well. I don't even know where to start. I have about 10329472398 things I want to share this week and only about 30 minutes to do so. Rut-row, raggy. But I'll do my best.

First things first, shout out this week to Somers who sent me a letter! Just got it last week. Also shout outs to Nana and Megan A. who also wrote to me. You are awesome. I'm working on getting back to you all :)

Mom, about the photo book you sent - you may need to contact Sorella Bunker's mom and get one made for Sor B because I show mine to EVERYONE. Everyone. I carry it with me all the time. I love it!!!! Everyone else is probably tired of it, but that doesn't keep me from showing it to everyone and their dog. Sometimes I even show our Christmas card pic to people we meet and teach on the street.

This week has been insane. Sunday was incredible, but to understand why, I have to back up to last week and our scambio. Sorella Bunker was with Sorella Jones and they had a big miracle contact with a guy named Antonio. Sor B wrote about it in her email back home, so I'll just cut and paste what she emailed:

"Tuesday we did a Scambio, and the Savonna Sorelle came up to Torino to help us out here for a day. I was with Sorella Jones from Kaysville, Utah and she is crazy great, she literally talks to everyone. A great example for me, but she also really reminded me that it is only what the Lord thinks that counts. (Which does not mean that I do not want to receive letters of news and encouragement, because I still love those). And then this happened, the Scambio Miracle of awesomeness: According to the wisdom of a few particular missionaries during our nightly planning we envisioned the person we wanted to talk with during our finding time the next day. He would be an older man, sitting on a park bench, who had just lost his job. Well whilst doing some parco we almost picked one man but last minute decided to go talk to the other man on the park bench across the pond. After asking "Come Sta?" the first thing he said was not that well because he did not have a job. We began talking and he was completely open and interested in everything. His mother died recently so we talked a bit about families being eternal and temples and everything, and he said he definitely believes he will see his mother again. Then we talked about Joseph Smith and after sharing the first vision, he said he felt really good right then and he believed it could be possible, then he asked us what he needed to do? Umm meet with us, then be baptized please. Miracle indeed! What he is going to do is meet with us and I am so excited! Hopefully you will hear more about him in the future. I really think good things will happen with this. Sorella Soh also had a miracle finding a Less Active Member who was just visiting for the day and then ended up teaching her and her two nonmember friends who still live in Torino. She goes much more into detail in her letter. Oh also I stopped a woman in the street and she actually opened up to us and gave us her number as well.

It is the start of a good week to come and we really are going to keep working hard in Torino to make this Transfer everything that it can be. It is exhausting that is for sure, but good. We cannot do anything with the spirit and the help of the Lord!"

So yeah. That happened Tuesday. On Friday we met with him again in the park and had a great lesson with him about the Restoration and gave him a copy of the Book of Mormon. As we were walking away, I looked back and saw him still sitting on the park bench with the BoM open on his lap, reading it. No way. So then fast forward to Sunday afternoon when we met with him again, this time in the church with our ward mission leader. He tells us that he's sorry that he's only read until 1 Nefi 15. What?! That's a ton!!! And then he starts telling our ward mission leader all about how he was just sitting in the park when the sorelle came up to him and started talking to him and about how he just felt something and how he feels something when he talks to us and reads the BoM and he just knows that it's all true. Yeah. Golden. And then we start teaching him about the Plan of Salvation. Mamma Mia. I cannot explain to you what it was like to be explaining the Plan of Salvation to this man and see the look on his face - he was looking at me so intently and just drinking in every word I said. It was unreal. Sor B and I kept looking at each other during the lesson with expressions of like "this can't be happening!" because he was totally feeling the Spirit and kept saying things that made it so evident that he was feeling the Spirit and that what we were saying was exactly what he's been looking for. So. Obviously. We asked the big question. Actually, Sor B asked it. She said (and I translate): "Will you follow the example of Jesus Christ by being baptized by someone who holds the priesthood authority of God?" and what did he say?

"YES."

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ANTONIO IS GETTING BAPTIZED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He said yes and then started telling our ward mission leader again all about how he just knows all this is true even though he's never heard any of it before. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? I didn't think people like this actually existed!!! BUT THEY DO AND WE FOUND ONE!!!! We fixed a date for April 21st!!!!! The transfer ends the next day, so there's a 99% chance that I'll be transferred and won't be there for the actual baptism, but HE IS GETTING BAPTIZED. We are so excited and happy for Antonio and know his life is just going to change and the miracles and blessings are just going to come a'tumblin' down on him!!! Now we just have to start teaching his wife.... :)

Yeah. So basically our week was awesome. Also yesterday we had our big Sorelle only training in Milano and it was so great! I've finally met all of the Sorelle in our mission, including Sorella Arume, who is from Kauai and who I have heard ALL about from the members here because Torino was her first city, too. I'm attaching a pic of all the Sorelle together! Even Sorella Wolfgramm (President's wife) is hidden in the back. The banner we're holding is our "title of liberty", so to speak, about our mission goal of getting 20 lessons every week. The next picture is of me and Sorella Bishop, who is the shortest sister in our mission. And guess who is the tallest sister in the mission? Oh right. That would be me. Sor Bishop is standing on the ledge in front of the pulpit in the chapel and I am still just barely taller than her. Yeah. I told her we are probably going to be companions some day because we'd just look so funny together that everyone would want to talk to us! And then the last picture is a three-generation training picture! Me and my trainer and my trainee! Ohhhh it was oh-so-good to be able to talk to Sorella Walton again - I LOVE HER. Lots of crazy things are happening in Varese (investigators being dropped, lots of finding work) and so we spent our entire lunch time (30 min) talking to each other and the time went by so quick we forgot about eating and only had about 3 minutes to scarf down a sandwich before we were back in our meeting. The good news, though, is that we're having zone conference in Milano in two weeks and both our zones will be together so we'll see each other again in two weeks, and then probably the week after that at transfers. It was so helpful to be able to get some "motherly advice" from her.

Okay. I have no time left, but I HAVE to share the coolest, craziest miracle that happened to me last week with a member. So we had an appointment to go visit a woman in our ward who is awesome. She's in the Stake RS presidency and has helped us a TON with one of our other investigators (coming to lessons, texting this investigator). She served her mission in Catania 20 years ago. Anyway, we were seeing her on Friday, so on Thursday night during our planning session we had to decide what to teach her. I asked Sor B "what should we teach her?" and we threw around some ideas. Then I asked "what does she NEED?" and that's when I took my glasses off, covered my eyes and cleared my head. I kept saying over and over in my head "what does she need? what does she need?" and then the word "love" casually passed through my mind. That's it. So after a few seconds of silence I turned to Sor B and said "we need to talk about love. I don't know what that means, but that's all I've got". So we decided that we'd study about love the next morning so that we'd be prepared to say something about love to this member. As I was praying that night, I was kinda thinking about what we would say about love and I thought "charity". So okay. My thoughts: "Love and charity. That's what we're going to talk about. Whatever that means." So then we get to the appointment Friday afternoon and I start off by telling this member "so last night we were thinking about what kind of message we wanted to share with you. Because we didn't want to share something cliché, but at the same time we didn't want to talk about anything too crazy about how long it takes to get to Kolob or whatever" at which point she jumped in and said "well, you know, sometimes the best lessons are the simple ones about love and charity." Yeah. That's about the same time my jaw dropped a little bit. Sor B was like "Um, actually, that's exactly what we planned to talk about today" and everyone was kind of stupefied about it. Then the member was like "inspiration!!! I've actually been thinking a lot about this topic lately and I know I need to be better at it." I was like "um, seriously?? Did that really just happen???" Yeah. It did happen. I couldn't believe it, and I still can't even wrap my mind around it, but yeah. It happened.

So. Torino. City of Miracles. The gospel is true. Try it and see. Love you all.

Sorella Soh

I believe in miracles...

CIAO CARISSIMI!!!

Okay, so remember how last week was really rough? And remember how you receive no witness until after the trial of your faith?

I do.

So to start off this email...HOLY MIRACLES, BATMAN!!!!!! The past two days have been INSANE. I still can't get over what happened to us last night. Absolutely insane. Perhaps we should chat about it. Yes. Quite.

Well to set things up, we had a zone training in Alessandria on Monday with all of the missionaries in our zone (the Torino zone). Alessandria is the name/base of our stake. Why is Torino not our stake? I don't know. Yeah. Nope. Anyway, we have quite a few missionaries in our zone and we were all in Alessandria. We had a really great training about planning and trying to get 20 lessons every week (Elder Perry promised us that if we get 20 lessons consistently every week, our number of baptisms will double. It's already proven to be true in our mission). And then we watched a talk Elder Holland gave at an MTC devotional in Jan 2011 about being a successful missionary and stuff. IT WAS AWESOME!!!! It was SUCH a good training - I came out of it super pumped to start putting into practice the things we learned. Usually I leave feeling like I still have so much to work on, but this time I was just PUMPED! And since we were all out of our cities, the zone leaders decided that the sisters in our zone would just go straight from our training meeting into a scambio (exchange), so we were blessed to have the Savona Sorelle come and blitz Torino (both of them come to our city instead of one of them coming to Torino and one of us going to Savona). So they came on Monday night, did the scambio with us on Tuesday, and then this morning we went to the Egyptian museum and then put them on a train back to Savona.

So. About these miracles yesterday. I was with Sorella Burgoyne (who is in her last transfer) and Sor Bunker was with Sor Jones (from Kaysville, and who knows Sarah!!!!). I think I could write a novel about my scambio with Sor Burgoyne because I learned so much, but let's cut right to the chase. Miracles. Okay. So after lunch all of our appointments bailed on us, so we decided to go find a less-active woman whose name and address we got from a member. She wasn't home, but we talked to a woman who lives in her palazzo (stairwell), and found out she works until really late, usually. So we are in her neighborhood and decide to go talk to some people. We find this park and sit down on a bench next to a younger woman and start talking to her. It is incredible how people will just open up to us if we ask the right questions. I can't even remember if this woman told us her name, but I do know that she told us she didn't believe in God. And then how she stopped believing in God after her brother was killed in a car accident but the other two people in the car were totally fine. And how her brother's girlfriend was pregnant but he didn't know and so now he has a three year old daughter he never even knew about. I couldn't believe how she just opened up to us like that. She wouldn't take our number or anything, but Sor Burgoyne and I were both able to bear testimony about how she'll see her brother again someday. Incredible.

But that's not the mondo, blow-yo'-mind miracle that even I still can't believe happened. Here's how it goes: so this area we were in last night was a place in Torino that I'd never been to, so we looked at a map and decided to go down to a big park. So we bike down there and come to find out it's basically just a field of grass and there are ZERO people there. Dang. (OH! I forgot to mention about how we missed our turn and ended up at a different park and Sor Burgoyne decided that we should talk to people there anyway and we ended up talking to a woman who had already been given a Book of Mormon by Elders in the past and then another woman who has a strange brother's-wife's-daughter's-cousin relationship with a family in our ward, who we just so happened to visit last week and who are so great). So anyway, we are at this empty park, but I had started to recognize some of the street names and realized that we were in a neighborhood that Sor Bunker and I had decided we wanted to try and do some finding work in while we were doing our weekly planning last week. So I said "well, let's just go do some casa here because we'd already planned on it" so we go. So we bike a little closer when an idea pops into my mind to maybe pass by some people on our ward list that we hadn't been able to contact that live in that area. So I look at our ward list and find the address of this woman that one of the ladies in our ward told us we should try. Sor Bunker had tried to call this woman a few weeks ago, but they man she talked to on the phone said she had the wrong number. But I felt like we should try and go by anyway. It was about 6pm at this point. So we find her palazzo and lock up our bikes and the door is open. So we decided to just walk in and knock all the doors in the palazzo while we were there. We ended up talking to an old lady who let us into her house and talked to us about the church for a pretty good while. Well, mostly she talked, and she wasn't interested, but she told us about how missionaries used to come visit a woman on the third floor all the time and that we should go talk to her (which was our plan in the first place). She also told us that we should go talk to her brother on the 6th floor because he likes to "combattere / fight or argue with" people about religious things. Anyway, by the time we are out of this woman's house it's about 7:30pm, and we have a choice to either go talk to this brother on the 6th floor or stop by the less-active woman on the 3rd floor (who we don't even know if she's home or if she lives there or whatever). We thought about just stopping and talking to the brother on the 6th floor and then heading to the 3rd floor, but I felt like we needed to make this woman our priority so I said "well let's just go try the 3rd floor first, and if she's not home or whatever we can come back to the 6th floor and talk to this guy". So that's what we do. We were standing in front of her door and I was a little nervous because I had no idea what would happen or what we would even say to whoever answered the door, but we took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. We were met by a woman who opened the door and said "SORELLE!!!" and welcomed us in with open arms. It was this less-active woman!!! She immediately started telling us all about how it had been ages since Sorelle had been there and how her sons live in this apartment but she moved and lives and works somewhere else. So naturally we ask her where she moved. And what does she say? SAVONA. WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!??! Are you KIDDING me???? My scambio companion is FROM SAVONA, and they just replaced the Elders there two weeks ago. Are you serious? This woman said that she had wanted to go to church, but didn't know where the church was in Savona. So Sor Burgoyne whips out a pass along card with their number on it. This woman is so excited to see us. She has us sit down and then she says "Can you stay and eat dinner with us? It's been so long since we've had a Family Home Evening with the sorelle!" ARE YOU KIDDING ME, YES. Yes. So they set two extra plates at the table and we eat dinner with them. And then she tells us that she works and lives in Savona and is only in Torino for the day to visit her three grown sons who live in this apartment together - she got there at noon and was planning on leaving the next day at about 2. Um. Same story with Sor Burgoyne. And she gave Sor Burgoyne her cell phone number and said "hey, maybe we can ride the train back together!". Yeah. OH! And they had a nonmember friend and his 12 yr old daugher at dinner and we talked to them about the Book of Mormon and they both wanted Restoration pamplets from us at the end. Yeah. That was yesterday. My mind is still blown. Absolutely unreal. I mean, that doesn't happen!!! Miraculous things: 1) woman from Savona and missionary from Savona on scambio 2) this woman was HOME the day we decided to pass by 3) SHE WAS HAPPY TO SEE US and they FED us 4) if she hadn't been home we wouldn't have even been able to come in to the house and talk with this nonmember friend 5) we didn't even plan on stopping by - it just popped into my head 6) I can't even keep listing the miraculous things because there are too many and I am out of time.

Yeah. Holy miracle week.

Notes: -mom, I wouldn't be opposed to getting a can or two of Spam in my next package...
-the only Italian sister missionary in Temple Square that I know of just got her two-transfer reassignment to the Birmingham mission. Her mom is in Torino 1 and I saw her on Friday at a RS activity. She was so excited to hear that I was from AL. So, look out for a Sister Narduzzi in one of the Birmingham wards!
-we're having a sisters-only training meeting in Milan next Tuesday. I am SO. EXCITED. It's going to be so amazing.

Okay yeah, I'm way over time today. BUT MIRACLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY HAPPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE GOSPEL IS TRUE AND GOD HEARS AND ANSWERS PRAYERS!!!!! In a BIG way. BIG BIG BIG. Awesome.

TONS of amore from Torino aka the place of miracles,
Sorella Soh

Sorella Soh...it's like getting a free dessert!

O hai!

I know I say this every week, but holy guacamole how did it get to be Wednesday again already??? Geez loo-wheeze!

Well, another week has gone by in Torino and luckily it's been a nice, warm one! I think it'll only be a few more weeks now before it starts getting REALLY hot and awful here. We'll see! Which reminds me, guess who is coming to Torino in a few weeks? If you guessed Mitt Romney, you're wrong because the Harlem Globetrotters are coming! They are actually trotting the globe all the way over to Torino! We've seen a couple of posters advertising the event and every time I see them I can't help but remember the one time Dad took Alex and me to go see them in Alabama all those years ago. The Harlem Globetrotters! In Italy! Cool!

I have no shout outs this week because I have no one to shout out to. No letters (except Mom and Dad, and Nana, so I hear) and no emails. Which probably means that one o' yous should probably write to me. Especially since the work here has gotten pretty hard lately and so I especially need your letters right now! So. WRITE ME. LOVE ME. Kgreatthanks.

Mom, I don't know if your package made it through customs, but I should find out on Monday when we go to our zone training in Alessandria. We are also having a zone conference in Milano, probably week 6 of this transfer (which would be the week following Easter), so if anyone is planning on sending anything for me to the mission office, you've got until then!

Thanks for writing me this week Mom and Dad! Mom, I was super impressed by the convert baptisms in your ward! I hope you make it to some of the baptisms - it makes a huge difference when there are members that come to support the new members and missionaries - it may be their mission, but it's not their field! They'll be going home eventually and changing cities, but the real full-time missionaries are the members who are full-time members of the ward. I'm really happy for the ward, the missionaries and most of all the new converts in the ward! The people you described that had just gotten baptized are the kind of people we desperately pray to find. We're still looking, but it's always nice to hear that they still exist and that missionaries are finding them. It's been a bit rough lately for us because we had lots of lessons this week with people we hadn't met with before - including an Italian family that we found doing casa (door-to-door contacting) - but none of them were interested in having us come over or meet them again. But like I said, we're still looking! Elder Caussé said that the Church did a study or something and that it takes a missionary knocking on 1000 doors to get one baptism. I think I'm on door 300 or so, so I've still got a long ways to go!

Dad, I think I'm going to have to watch some Hawaii 5-0 episodes with you when I get home so that you can show me all the cool places that you recognize. And them maybe we might all have to go to Hawaii again so that you can show them to me in real life, or at least where they used to be. I'm willing to wait, though, because right now I'd rather show you around Italy next year :)

Remember before I left on my mission how Hurricane Irene blew through the east coast and everybody was talking about it on Facebook? Well, I think the person who put that they were singing "Come on Irene" as their status should know that it's ruined my life. Because guess who has an investigator named Irene? Oh right. That would be us. And any time I call her and wish she picks up the phone I say "come on, Irene!" and that dang song gets stuck in my head. And it's not even the right name! But Eileen, Irene...they're just too close. Dangit.

This past week we went and saw a couple member families. Mostly it was because I went up to all the women in the ward who I had never talked to because they intimidated me and introduced myself and told them we wanted to come over and see them. Yes, it was scary to do that. But you know what, they were all so great! And they seemed really happy to have us come over, especially since some of them live pretty far out and so it took a while for us to get to them. On Sunday we ate lunch with a family in our ward that has 5 kids, which is a TON of kids for Italy. Their two oldest kids are girls, aged 13 and 11. They were giving their dad a hard time because I told them about how I worked at Disney and they've never been even though all their other friends have traveled and gone to EuroDisney and stuff. I told them that if they could make it over, I'd take them to Disney. The 11 year old sat next to me at lunch. When she told me how old she was, I said "hey! I have a sister who is 11!" and then put my arm around the back of her chair to show her that I already liked her. Later on, they wanted us to play a matching/memory game with them, and the 11 year old pulled her chair over right close next to mine, knelt on it to make her taller in the chair and put her arm around my neck. It made me miss Michelle so much. Anyway, I was reminded of a few things this week: 1) I love Italians. 2) I love members. 3) I love families. And most of all, I LOVE ITALIAN MEMBER FAMILIES!!! Basically all I want to do with my life right now is find Italian families and turn them into Italian MEMBER families. Yep. It's decided.

Well I'm out of time this week, but don't worry, next week will be here before we know it! The world is full of miracles and we see them every single day. I know that on the days when the work is tough that I've got all of you behind me, cheering us on. Thank you. I can't tell you how much that means to me and to us as a companionship. Avanti, andiam!!!

Amore, vita e tante belle cose,
Sorella Soh

Marchin' in like a lion!

Aloooooooooooooooohaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

Well, here we are again, another pday in Italia! Shout outs this week go to my parents, who lovingly write me every week. Also, a mini shout out to Geneva S., Audrey W. and Olivia M. who all need to send me their mailing addresses ASAP. Yes. Dad, tell President Draughn next time you see him that I have been able to see the mountains! I didn't see them until the second or third week I was there, but they're always around. From our front balcony we can see the mountains and from the back balcony we can see the hills.

I am aware that you are going to see Les Miserables in Atlanta. I think (mom and dad) you both wrote to me about it twice. I'm trying not to be too jealous, but then I remember that I'm in Italy and then I feel not jealous at all. Oh, and Dad, you didn't tell me about Adele and the Grammys! And I'm convinced that Squeaky's destiny is to learn to play the ukulele, even though I've already asked her about it and she didn't seem very interested in learning how to play. I think when I was her age I was already teaching myself how to play guitar. Eh. Also, mom, what the heck is Destination Imagination??? You told me you were "appraising" it, but I have no idea what it even is. No idea.

Well I started this pday off with a bang, and I mean that figuratively and also literally because I cut my hair this morning! And by that I mean that I, myself, Sorella Soh, cut my own hair. Yeah! I know! Don't tell Sister Howard unless you think she'll be proud... :p But yeah! My hair has been kind of scraggly lately and I've needed a haircut for a while now, but pdays fly by and I never wanted to spend the time going somewhere, trying to explain in Italian that I just wanted a trim and then having to pay for it. So. I do what I always do in situations like this - I cut it myself. And I did a pretty dang good job, if I do say so myself!! I'd been thinking about doing it all week. I'm attaching a picture that Sor B took of me this morning after I was done. The hardest part of the whole ordeal was the time it took to straighten my hair. I have so much hair! Oh, and my white hairs are REALLY coming out. I was sitting in RS two Sundays ago and I felt someone touch my hair. I turned around and saw one of the old ladies in our ward who was sitting behind me, and she said "you have white hairs!!!!" and all I could do was say "yeah...I know". Anyway, I guess now I can check "cutting my own hair" off my bucket list. I'll probably do it for the rest of my mission. I confess, though, that Sor B touched it up a little bit in the back where I couldn't see/reach very well. In any case, it's done!

Also, after I had cut my hair and we were getting ready to come here to the Internet Point, I opened the door to our balcony to let some fresh air in and, wouldn't you know it, someone was playing an accordion. I don't think it gets more Italian than that - sunshine pouring in through the balcony door, cool breeze, accordion music - it's just a moment you can't have anywhere else.

It is sunny and nice out today, but Monday and particularly yesterday were rainy and gross. I don't know what's going on with the weather. On Friday we saw a sign that said the temperature was 27°C out. Yesterday (Tuesday) it was raining and the sign said it was 2°C out. Crazy. On Tuesdays we typically go teach one of our new converts, Maria. She just got baptized in August and is about 60 years old. She lives on the northern border of our ward boundaries and it takes about a half hour on the bikes to get there. So after lunch yesterday, we headed off to our appointment to go see Maria. We were about 5 minutes into our ride when the thought crossed my mind: "What the heck are you doing?!" So I thought my current situation. There I was at a stoplight waiting to cross the street on my bike, in the freezing cold, in the rain getting wet, at the beginning of a half hour ride across the city trying not to get hit by passing cars driven by reckless Italians that think of traffic laws as more of annoying suggestions more than anything else, in a country where I am still trying to learn the language, going to go visit a woman whose husband doesn't like us or the church and talks bad about us when we're not there. Yeah. And so that led to the obvious next question: "Why on earth are you even doing this?" Well. Good question. And as I thought about it, all I could say was "I love Maria". I love Maria. I love that she is full of questions and asks them all and our lessons are all over the place. I love that she reads the scriptures for hours every day because she is so concerned that she doesn't know them as well as we do. I love that she feeds us pudding or popcorn or apricot jam cake every time we come over. I love that she read the Book of Mormon every day for two years before she got baptized because she knew it was true but her husband wouldn't let her come to church. I love that when she prays, she always starts with "Caro Padre Celeste che sei nei cieli / Dear Heavenly Father who is in Heaven". I love that she keeps the commitments to do the little things we ask her, like bearing her testimony on Fast Sunday. I love Maria. I know that Heavenly Father loves Maria. And that is why I go out on my bike in the rain, in the cold, in a skirt to go bike 30 min across the city to go see her. As I was there thinking about all of this, a car drove past us, hit a puddle, and sprayed us with water. All I could do was laugh. Sorry, Satan, but not today. Actually, not ever.

Well, out of time this week. Sorella Bunker survived her week as senior companion, though I think she may never forgive me for it (sorry Sor B's mom!!!). I love you all and know that the Lord is looking out for you! The gospel is true! It makes us happy and keeps us safe, usually safe from ourselves.

Lots and lots of LOVE from Torino,
Sorella Soh

p.s. also a shout out to Sis Beckwith who my dad said also reads my letters sometimes. Ciao!!!