(Note from Brie's Mom -- Brie didn't have a P-Day last week because she was working at the open house for the Rome, Italy temple. I'll share pictures that I received from friends who saw her at the open house, as well as a couple of pictures Brie sent.)
E-mail from last Monday: This week we are working at the open house from 9 am to 9 pm (don't worry, we get a 10 min lunch break). Love you all! Today I'm working in the Visitor's Center so pray for me because I have to talk to people in Italian!
E-mail from last Tuesday: Yesterday I was in the Visitor's Center even though I can't really speak Italian so that was good. LOL I'm just going to tell the story about the broken staff. Are you ready? So you guys have all seen pictures of the statues of the disciples that are in the visitor's center. The second one is holding like a walking staff and bag. I don't remember what the staff represents. So he has a walking stick. It's kind of stressful because in the beginning of the day there aren't a lot people and they don't ask you a lot of questions and you don't want to approach them and ruin it, and there's a lot of Americans, too. So me and Sorella F., who is also in her third transfer, were at the door just greeting people because it's something that we feel capable when we do that and we can do it easily and have little conversations with people. Anyways, so we're standing at the door and this American woman walks over to me and hands me like two pieces and it looked like PVC pipe. It was in two pieces, and she's like, "So I was just standing behind this family and the boy just broke the staff on the statue and they just put the pieces next to the statue so I figured it shouldn't be there so I don't know what to do with it so here you go" -- like broke the marble staff on the statue! So I'm like standing there and holding these two pieces of marble that are each two or three feet long and my eyes just got so wide and I'm like, "Thank you." And then Sorella F. is like, "Don't move!" and she runs to get Sorella Pickerd (mission president's wife) and she starts freaking out because, seriously, how do you break a piece of marble???? That kid had to do some serious damage. So now there is all this drama and people and security. I had to try to explain in Italian what happened. And one of the security guards kept talking to me because I was standing over there. He kept talking to me about it and giving me his solutions for the situation. And so this morning we got to ride with the Pickerds on the way to the temple so they could ask me questions about it. So that was the fun story from yesterday. I also got to teach the restoration. And then also people would ask me questions because I'm just very lovely, I guess, and then if they were hard questions, like someone was like "how can our family be sealed here?" and there was a sister behind me who was born and raised in Italy, so I turned them over to that sorella. Then some guy was asking something that I wouldn't have even known how to explain in English, so I turned him over to another sorella. I had a couple of people who would ask me if I spoke English because I don't look Italian.
Other than that, we saw M a few times last week, saw E who is having a hard time, and it was rainy and we tried to do Whole 30. For the most part we stuck to it minus peanut butter and legumes. And then also when we go to bars (to meet with investigators and teach lessons) -- you have to get dulce -- Maria, a lady we're teaching took us out to get dolce for breakfast and you can't be like, "No, I can't eat this." You just eat it. When she orders you a Nutella croissant you eat it.
Ciao! Love you!
These two pictures were texted to me by a stranger who saw Brie and her companion on the train to Naples and then saw them again at the open house.
I also received this picture from someone I don't know!
This sister served in Alyssa's mission in Honduras and immediately recognized Brie and sent this picture.
Rain, rain, rain....
With R, another person we're teaching.
We were Whole 30 except bar lessons when we have to get dolce...
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