A Rainy Ride Home

The first time we ever attended the branch was a fast Sunday and ever since then it has been my goal to bear my testimony in Italian. Sunday was my last time attending the branch in Siena and it was also a fast Sunday, so I did it! It was cool to have one of the missionaries stand up there with me and translate what I said into English. The branch was mainly comprised of tourists and other visitors on Sunday. I think there were only about 5 actual members of the branch there. During church, though, it started raining really hard. The rain reached its climax during sacrament meeting, and Daniela and I got really discouraged because we had to ride our bikes home immediately after. By the time it got over, the rain had died down a tiny bit, but the ground was still really wet and our bikes were soaked. One of the missionaries offered us plastic bags to put over our backpacks so the water splashing up from our tires wouldn’t get them too wet. Instead, he came out with garbage bags for us to wear over our clothes and backpacks. We fashioned makeshift ponchos out of them and then embarked on the wet journey. It wasn’t too bad. I was wearing a white skirt though and it kept brushing against my tire, so the hem was filthy by the time we got back to Rita’s. It was definitely an adventure. I had my camera in my backpack and some of the branch members insisted on taking pictures so that we would always remember it.