So, that means "Hello" in Italian. I decided to mix it up a little because I felt like I always say the same thing to start of these letters. But the Italian theme actually goes along with something that happened this week. A guy from Italy came to our ward yesterday. He is a member and speaks Spanish, so I talked with him a little bit and found out that his name is Paolo Sblazer and he is from Northern Italy and served in the Italy, Cataña Mission in 1992-1994. So, I talked about Uncle Matt and how he served in Italy and he said that he remembers an Elder Davis that was from California. So, if you want to talk to Uncle Matt and see if they know each other, that would be awesome. And I printed out a Conference talk in Italian and downloaded the audio and have been looking at that. I also did it with Portuguese and for me, Italian seems a lot easier. Oh and I also found an Italian Book of Mormon so that has been cool too.
Anyway, Monday night my comp and I had an unplanned inventory. And well to sum it up really quick, in the end my comp cried and stopped talking to me. So we had intercambios Wed with the LZ and I stayed here with Elder Tipton and we went to the South Mission really quick because we had to negotiate and find someone to make DVD copies for the Christmas DVDs that we are doing (That is another fun story haha). My comp and I got back together on Thursday and he only talked to me if he had to. Then at 6:30 we were in the Transmilenio on the way to a baptism that I just did the interview for the day before. I was really tired and falling asleep standing up on our way. We ended up missing the stop because my comp woke me up asking if it was the one as the doors were closing again, haha. So we were going to get off at the next one and take another bus back. I was looking at the front of the bus when I saw everyone look behind me. I then turned around and saw that my comp had fallen backward on the bar, separating the standing and sitting area, where he was sitting and was laying on 2 ladies that were sitting down in seats. I was like"What is he doing?". But then I realized that he had fainted and the ladies were trying to push him up. So I then grabbed him and held on to him. It was really weird because his eyes were open, he was super pale, and he was just a straight up rag doll. I had him for about 20 secs as the bus was moving alot to the next stop and then he gained conscienceness again. Everyone was just staring at us in horror and one lady yelled/asked "Can someone call his family?" And I just smiled and was like "If only you knew", haha. But we got in a taxi and went straight home and he went to bed. He is doing great now but is very embarrassed and a little traumatized of the Transmilenio now. But the good thing is that he is talking to me now and we are back to normal. So the only thing I can think is, "God works in mysterious ways", haha. But hey, they are always perfect. The area is doing ehhh, but we are still trying to keep our spirits up. Its been a rough time, I'm not gonna lie. But I know that this is the true church and that EVERYONE can benefit from it. That is the only thing that keeps me going at times. I love you all! Have a great week!