Everything has changed.

First off, this is not Milano, this is Padova. Super gorgeous and I
love it more everyday.
Secondly, I live in a apartment with the whole district (Anziano
Stoll, Anziano Moser, Anziano Driver, and I ) and we all share a
packed fridge.
Thirdly, I have a red one-speed bike that I take everywhere.
Just let me know if you have any questions, but this city rocks. The
archaicness (not a word) and the canals, rivers, streets, are all
super awesome, but so far the people are way nicer too.
On my second day, when we went and applied for a spot to set up a
table in Prato Della Valle, we walked past a indoor fruit market, I
saw they were selling fresh pears and papaya and mango and stuff, so I
slowed a bit. The store owner came out, and jokingly yelled at us
"comprate! Comprate! Comprate!" And explained I would return later. He
asked us who we were, so we gave a whole explanation and I asked if
when I came and brought fruit if he'd like a free Book of Mormon. He
said yes. That was awesome.
This man, Tiziano, two days later, took our Book of Mormon when we
returned. We didn't get a chance to give him a full lesson, but we did
give him reading assignment and the promise. As I turned, and tried to
buy 3 pears, he shook his head and said just take them. I resisted,
which just led to him throwing 2 huge nectarines, 2 plums, 5 apricots,
and 6 banana along with the pears into a bag for free. I want to feel
bad, but he was way nice, and I guess he knew the Book of Mormon was a
favor from us.
I ate 2 pears, both plums, and a banana that night. Yum.
Allora, this week was good, though we just did finding as usual.
Ever Saturday we have a 'mostra' in Prato Della Valle, and we just
stand, handing out things, with a table. We do English class twice a
week, but nobody comes to the basic class I'm supposed to teach.
That's about it...
I love it all. Also, I've never been happier...
Remember always that we are children of our Heavenly Father, and,
always change the world in the way it needs to be changed...
C'è sempre speranza, c'è sempre amore.

--Anziano Benge