I am starting to learn what it means to live in southern
Italy during the summer. I have officially changed skin color in the past two
days. I'm hoping to pass from my white of the Utah winter to tan with as much
grace as possible. It's going pretty well so far, though the elders laughed at
me when I borrowed an idea from the Asian tourist and took my umbrella to use
as we were in the sun for P-Day this morning. My first Zone Conference is
tomorrow, so I have no desire to show up feverish and unable to move thanks to
a fresh, blistering sunburn. Even so, our visit to Taranto Vecchio, or old
Taranto, was awesome, complete with old Greek/Roman/Spanish/Byzantine/Italian
Castle/Fort/Prision/City Attraction thanks to the local Navy Base.
I have to run, but the work here is definately different
then I expected. We are not short of people who want to listen to us or meet
with us. The question is how to help them transitioning from listening to
feeling. I am hoping to receive some insight at conference tomorrow.
Tanti Cari Saluti!
Sorella Lovell
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