Trains, (gas) Tanks and Automobiles

Hello, Parents--

This past week was, as are all weeks, unusual. We had an exchange with the APs (Assistants to the Mission President) where nothing went according to plan.

We get on our train to Milan, and 20 minutes in they tell us somebody died on the tracks a couple of stops ahead. (?!!?!) So we wait for an hour for something. Not sure what. So we wait for an hour and change, the train gets going again...BACK to Torino, to be re-routed through Alessandria to Milan. We get in 3 hours later than expected.

CAR HICCUPS. Then during the scambio (exchanges where you go teach with a different companion), since the APs have a car, the other guys go to fill up the tank. Five minutes later the engine light goes on, and they realize that THEY PUT IN DIESEL FUEL (??!?!), so they're stuck.

TOW TRUCKS. Meanwhile, I'm stuck with the other AP with their phone at a metro station. We call the Mission Office to get a tow-truck, but it's the office missionaries' P-Day, their day off, so they had left their phone at the office. (Nobody to answer it!)

We called several ex-office-missionaries, who could get onto the Internet and call a tow truck, and then we took the public transportation home, 3 hours later, and the other guys having been stuck on the side of the highway for 4 hours, the police notice them there, and help them with the tow truck and getting back to the office. We get back home at around 10 that night. Bleh.

ZONE CONFERENCE. Other than that, we had a good "Singles' Awareness Day" on Sunday. (Thanks for the letter, mom...cries softly to self.)  And then we had our Zone Conference on Monday. We ran it. It went smoothly. Truths were taught. The Spirit was felt. Good times were had.

Basically, for the parts that were "us," my companion did most of the talking, then I'd give my instruction, calm everything down, and hand it back to him. He's much more outgoing, I'm much more calm. We work well together.

Love, Anziano Whitesell