This week was better than last. Christmas was nice -- even if it never really felt like Christmas, but I'm glad I got to Skype my family -- and then on Saturday it SNOWED! One of the only things I wanted to see and hadn't yet was Italian snow. It was beautiful. We walked through centro and took the funicolare to Città Alta. I was in heaven: huge, slow snowflakes falling among the ancient buildings and brave evergreens, while adults dared to finally smile and children shrieked and danced in the streets. I'll admit I did a bit of skipping and giggling as well. Okay, a lot, actually. It was a dream come true, okay?
Thanks for your faith in and prayers for the work here. When I saw Anziano Horrocks in Milano during transfers, he told me to find a man that he found a year ago while serving in this same branch. We did find him in the Area Book and were able to meet him yesterday. He's a worried young father with great morals and lots of respect. I'm excited to help him find a testimony of the Book of Mormon.
Sorry for the short blog, but my hands are freezing and it's hard to type. (Other missionaries are always flabbergasted by how fast I type. I get in three times as many words as they do during our 90 minutes. Thanks for letting me practice for hours back home!) I feel like I'm looking at the first rays of light, long before a sunrise. I know the beauty and warmth is coming, but it's still a good ways away. Three and a half weeks, to be exact. I'll admit it's exciting, but also scary. I have no idea what this next "day" of my life will bring. All I know is it's getting close, and I have a lot of people who love me to help me, not to mention 2 years of lifechanging experience and a loving God in Heaven.
Happy New Year, everyone. 2015 has long been a symbol for "the rest of my life". Thanks to these two long, hard years full of understanding, light, and learning, 2015 is brighter than ever.