We went to our last zone conference in Alessandria, attending the combined Torino and Genova conference instead of to ours, so the office anziani could attend it, at Cimiano, so we could be at the office.
The capi zoni of the Torino zone are Anziani Harris and Robinson (left and right) who are both from Brigham City, graduating from the same high school. Anziano Robinson goes home before we do.
Sorella Zombra was there. She is from Sicily and has been home many times (flying) to get her permesso so she doesn't have to go back to Africa.
The Alessandria church has a picture of Christ with a basket of unleavened bread and a bowl (instead of a chalice) reminiscent of what I saw at a catholic church.
And a portable baptismal font in the chapel.
The musical numbers at the conference were very well done. We have some talented missionaries.
There is always a lot of fun discussion, these three missionaries are currently companions. A large and a small Italian, with an American from Alabama who is going to be a professional musician, attending BYU.
Lunch was fine, but they ran out of meat again, although there was plenty of cheese.
President Allen always does a great job. Since we are going home, twinkling, we were asked to bear our testimonies. Myrna's was particularly touching, to everyone, not just me.
The Genova zone pix, which I took.
The Torino zone pix, including us, which Anziano Brooks took, bless his heart.
On the way home we passed by field after field of ripening tomatoes, but we could never seem to have the camera ready at the right time to take a pix, going 130 kph on the freeway.
The winter wheat had just been harvested.
This is the mission office, at Via Antonio Gramsci 13, Opera, where the scalped magnolia tree is coming out of it. Our apartment is on the top floor--see our 3 flower plants, and the office is on the ground floor. The sun was just coming up.
Taken from the intersection, the APs building is to the right, they live on the top floor. Sometimes they look down on my, having just finished their morning run.
Every morning I look at this garden, which is now being harvested and re-planted. The tomatoes, on the poles, are ripening, and he has been getting zucchini and lettuce now for weeks.
So I walk down this road to the park at the end of it.
There is a pretty weedy cornfield on one side,
But with ripe corn. They don't seem to pick the corn, they wait for the entire plan to die and then they cut sown the entire field, and probably grind it all up for animal food.
I see this couple, with their dog, about every morning.
On the other end of the park is this rice field, usually with standing water, no heads on the rice yet.
There are several sets of exercises for people to do in the park, and there are handicapped ramps, etc.
There is a water fountain.
And play equipment for kids.
And a fenced in area for dogs to run around, without leash.
In Opera there is actually quite a bit of undeveloped land. I suppose that years from now there will be large apartment buildings on these parcels.
Just before I get to the corner on Gramsci, I see this guys little garden, not as large or as well cared for as the other one, but still productive, with tomatoes and carrots, and, where you can't see them, peppers.
This shows the city maintained water well, where plain and frizzante (sparkling) water can be obtained for free. Many people carry their bottles here every day, including me. You can buy 1.5 liters of water at the grocery story for less than 20 cents, but it is fun to get it for free. The water from the tap is certainly drinkable and sometimes we just fill our empty bottles with it, because Myrna likes just plain water. I fancy frizzante.
Ciao for now.
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