Start Filling the Font:
There's no better way to leave and area than with a baptism, and Christian is giving me the opportunity to do just that! Though mentioned just once or twice in previous emails, Christian is a friend Maxwell brought to church his 2nd or 3rd week here, and he has been slowly, steadily plodding on towards baptism, ever since. This week he decided to quit plodding, and take a leap, and was interviewed on Saturday, and couldn't have done better. His testimony of the need for modern prophets is strong, and even stronger is his belief in the Book of Mormon. Oh how we love this brother, and can't wait until Saturday and Sunday to see him take the final hop, skip, and a jump right into our swimming pool-resembling baptismal font!
Let's Go out to the Park and Play:
Parco Capodimonte is just about the greenest, open space you can find in the Napoli extra urban area, (except for Carney Park of Course), and most of our zone took advantage of this oasis this morning and afternoon. We had a little picnic of sandwiches, and enjoyed a little relaxation. Anziano Vance and I noted that the beauty of P-Day, is that when, almost accusingly, your conscience asks you why you're not doing street finding, you can stick your tongue out, blow a raspberry, and go back to playing long-toss with a football. It's a truly beautiful thing!😅 Among the activities enjoyed were, "Sciaccia a Sette," an improvised game resembling a volleyball pepper circle, in which players take turns passing the ball while counting up to seven. On the seventh hit, players near the ball seek to smash and hit others near them, while those being aimed at respond in a variety of ways, such as cowering in fear, sprinting in the other direction, or bracing themselves for impact, hands hoping to catch the incoming smash. Needless to say, it's a fun time. Last but not least, though it's not fall, and Turkeys are out of sight and mind, we had our own Bowl Game of sorts. 10 or so Anziani participated, and the varying degrees of athleticism made for an interesting game, yet it was great, I'll never complain about some good old pickup football! #QB1 (actually with the condition my arm is in, it's more like QBench😂... If only coach woulda put me in 4th quarter back in the glory days. Woulda been state champs, no doubt in my mind)
I wish there was more to say, but for now there's not much besides a heartfelt Happy Father's day to Jonny J, and so many other exceptional fathers who have made all the difference in my life. Here's to hoping I am on my way to becoming half the father I had, cause boy those size 13 shoes are big ones to fill #StillTallerThough... I love you Daddio, or "Babbo" as our Napoli natives affectionately would call you. Actually, probably Babbone, given your size... Comunque the gratitude, though not easily expressed through words, is real, and again, heartfelt!
Vi voglio bene,
Anziano Toronto II 🇮🇹
"The Brothers" feat. Peter, I.K., Maxwell, and everyone's favorite Nigerian/Italian at heart
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