So for those of you wondering if I made the team for the European team championships. YES!!!!! I'm in and I'm loving all of my Italian gear even if it is 100% cotton.
What cute little angels I have! My mom and I were not dressed as cute but we made it to church never the less.
We were in Sunday dress for the meeting but changed before heading out into Rome. The missionaries gave us great directions on where to go and even walked us to the subway station. It was so wonderful sitting in sacrament meeting I hadn't been in a few Sundays due to travel. It was so nice to take the sacrament and feel the peace the gospel gives to the weary. I defiantly felt a renewal and a recharge of my mental, emotional, and spiritual battery.
After Church Kyle sent me another picture of the girls relaxing on Sunday.
My mom and I also were relaxing on Sunday.
Now my mom is quite the world traveler, I got her to take the train and the subway in Europe which I feel is a brave thing to do when you are unfamiliar with that type of public transportation systems at home. So to do it in Europe - good job mom.
One thing to note, my mom wanted to stay longer but she had already purchased her ticket which would take her home the 17th of June, arriving in the Salt Lake airport at 7:30pm. A few days ago we got the news that Colter because of an injury would be coming home from his mission early because he needs surgery on his wrist. His flight will be landing in the Salt Lake City airport 17th of June at 8:30pm. So my mom gets a real treat, she gets to meet Colter at his gate and see him walk off the plane, just like in the "old days". Heavenly Father must just be blessing my mom with this sweet treat.
I am now in Rome again for the national team training camp for the next few days. Somehow I feel like I am just going in circles (taking only left turns- track joke), because I am back where I started when I first arrived. I loved it here when I first arrived but they must have forgotten me because as I was out running my tempo (on the same field as before with no problem), when to my surprise I was kicked off the field by an 80 year old man riding around on a golf cart. "No correre! No correre!!" (No running, no running), so after asking about the other 2 fields next to the one i was on it was very clear "no correre" anywhere. How quickly you can be forgotten. I guess I need to run well and remind then who I am ;)






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