Buon Giorno a tutti!

Here we are again, another p-day, another email. They just keep coming and coming and I feel like I don't even know where all the days go. It's a good thing I got a journal because half the time I don't even remember what happened yesterday! But I'm happy to report that this last week has gone swimmingly (that's one of my favorite words, and I don't know why). 

First of all, Friday was my birthday! I woke up to Sorella Acerson making me banana pancakes with peanut butter, whipped cream, and Aunt Jemima syrupe. A little taste of home! Both Sorella Acerson and Sorella Gross made me a beautiful birthday crown out of a cereal box and there were two huge balloons that made the number 23. I'm a little sad not to be 22 anymore since I was on the mission for the entire time being that age! Best year of my life! I'm sure this one will be good too. :)

Sorella Willis and I have been busy this week helping out with two zone trainings here in Verona and in Bergamo. We were asked to give a presentation for each of the zones on a new little "adjusting to missionary life" booklet that they recently came out with. It went pretty well, I think. It was my first time, really, speaking in front of a large group of people (besides talks in sacrament meeting) and it went better than I thought. I actually rather enjoyed it! I'd better get used to it since I'll probably be doing it for the rest of my life. 

Also on Friday I had a scambio with Sorella Hallum from Bergamo. On that scambio we decided to pass by a less active who we had been going to pass by for quite some time. This is actually another person that Mom told me to track down from the list of people she knew here in Verona. Well, every time we had gone to this particular palazzo we rang the citofono twice but no one would ever answer. This time with Sorella Hallum we went through the same routine, rang it twice, and nothing. I wasn't sure what to do , and eventually we decided to write her a note and leave it in her mailbox. Meanwhile a postman guy came up and rang a citofono to deliver a package. I didn't pay attention to which one it was. Still nothing, so he pulled away to leave. But right as he was driving away an elderly lady walked out. He got pretty annoyed with her, saying she needed to answer the door when people rang it, gave her the package, and left. We were still standing there so she asked who she was looking for. I said the name and she said "that's me!" I was shocked! We talked with her for a little bit, got her number, and will hopefully going to see her again. For me it was a testimony that God answers prayers because right before going there I had said a little prayer in my heart that this time she would answer the door. And she did after about 10 minutes! :)

I love you all sooooo much. I hope you have a fantastic week and always count your blessings. :)

con tanto amore,
Sorella Lyman

Editor's Note: Sorella Lyman hasn't sent us pictures in awhile, so let's flashback to this one from January!