Eurpoe: 2

Getting to church was an adventure. I had to take 2 buses to get there. I called the mission home to get directions. I couldn't understand the American telling me where to go. Termini Station? What the heck is that? He kept saying, 'It will be fine. Just come.' He had more faith than I did! I studied this huge street and bus directory for a good 2 hours on Saturday night.
The first Sunday I made it! I had to walk up a long empty street to get to the square it was located in. It was a sunny and beautiful day. I had been in Italy 2 days maybe and I was excited to meet some new people. I walk in to a building that looked like a storage unit. Once my eyes adjusted to the dark room I thought, 'Jackpot!' Standing everywhere were these beautiful men in suits! OK, so you already know what is going to happen and who these men were. Why was I so dumb?
'Hi, I'm Crystal.' 'Hi, I'm Elder so and so' Hmmm, he has no badge. Ok, I'll try again.
'Hi, I'm Crystal.' 'Hi, I'm Elder so and so' Hmmm, he has no badge. Ok, I'll try again.
'Hi, I'm Crystal.' 'Hi, I'm Elder so and so' Hmmm, he has no badge. 'Where are your badges?'
'Oh, there was a bomb threat on the American Embassy so we were asked to not wear our badges today.'
HUGE let down... I walked in to the International Branch where the mission home attended. At the end of the services the two available men sought me out and so I did hang out with one Italian named Tiziano (who once said to me, 'You have Scooby doo in America?!) and a BYU student who had served his mission in Italy named Paul Formisano (he had Italian roots).
Church was good. I traveled a lot on Sundays, so the Relief Society never really knew me. The headsets would break, so I listened to quite a few sermons in Italian. Sunday School was in English so that was nice.
When you travel, go to church. It was good to be on the other side of the language barrier. It was good to see the saints using the same material we use. The gospel IS true everywhere!