I have been in the mission over two months now! Crazy! I could do this times nine haha. A good way to describe how fast it goes by is that the days go by slow but the weeks and months go by fast. Also I have decided on two things that I am looking most forward to for when I get back: playing trombone and Sunday naps. Everything else I can do without haha (besides my family of course).
Last P-Day on the cable car, all six of us missionaries met a man named Marzio and his two sons. He told us about how he and his family live high up in the mountains and have pigs, horses, etc. He started asking about us as missionaries and about the church, so we got his number and planned to go over to his house to do service.
On Saturday we met up with him, his wife, and his two sons to do what we thought was going to be service, but they ended up taking us on a hike.
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It was amazing!! It was so beautiful, and it reminded me of home. The
hike was a great way for us to talk about the gospel. They are all super
amazing people 
😊 I will attach a few pictures from the hike!! On Saturday night I prayed to be able to learn the language faster. Then at church on Sunday I was learning stuff at rapid speed and understanding everything people were saying to me or saying during lessons/talks. It was cool. The power of prayer works.
On Sunday after church, we had lunch with some members. It was super fun because I finally feel like I can have a regular conversation and not just ask how someone is doing and where they're from. We were talking about what I did for work before my mission and they were like "oh so you aren't bothered by blood?" And I was like, "No... Mi piace sangue..."
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Haha anyway, we don't have member meals a ton, but when we do, they
stuff us full. I am always afraid I won't be able to finish it all but
somehow I do 
😮 Yesterday we went to a dual-ward picnic for both of the wards Slla. Hoffman and I are over (Bergamo 1 and 3). It was for the official holiday of Ferragosto (Aug. 15). Everyone brought bowls of food and blankets and we all sat out on the grass at a park. Since everyone is Italian, all the woman were walking around with their bowls and scooping food onto people's plates even if they didn't want it. These people are so funny.
Today for P-Day, Sorella Hoffman and I went down to the Orio Center, which is apparently one of the biggest shopping malls in Europe, to go check out the rest of saldi. It was weird shopping for myself now that I'm a missionary. For lunch we got burgers and fries.
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Also I realized that I pray a lot when I eat: I pray before to bless
the food, I pray during to receive strength and will-power to finish the
food, and I pray after to thank Heavenly Father that I was able to
finish the food. 🤣 We have had a few lessons this week that I have felt I benefitted from more than the investigator/less-active benefitted from. That's one cool thing about missionary work. We're called to invite people to come unto Christ and be teachers and finders, but I feel like I am learning more than I am teaching. I'm sure part of that comes from me learning the language, but I think I'm also starting to really understand the love God has for every one of His children. Every. Single. One. He knows us individually. It seems so impossible because there are so many of us that have ever lived and will ever live, but God is all-powerful and all-knowing, and we cannot comprehend everything (yet) that He can. Even with all of this knowledge and power, though, the most imprortant thing to our Heavenly Father is us, His children.
"... compared to God, man is nothing; yet we are everything to God." -Dieter F. Uchtdorf
I'm attaching a few pictures from the hike (including one with Marzio's two sons, Giordano e Ruben, and a couple anziani), me holding a local garden cat (I promise it liked me) after a long day, and the best store in the Orio Center called Oregon.
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Also sorry if the subject of this email was misleading, as I did not
take any pictures of the food I ate this week... Anyway, I hope you all
have a wonderful week!! Con amore,
Sorella Johnson
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