She fed us her special hot chocolate which is like warm chocolate pudding. Yum yum
We left Flavia's about six pm, and Paul got a call from our district president, saying there was a meeting for all branch presidents at 8 in Casstldimmara. There was no way to drive home the hour and a half and then drive our own car an hour to the meeting, so the missionaries drove us to Casstldimmara . These distances between the towns in our district are a killer. Just the distances for our ward boundaries are a long ways. Paul had a funeral to attend a few days ago which was over an hour away. He took three ladies from our branch who knew this sister who had passed away. Apparently it was quite an experience being in the car with the three of them. They told story after story of people in their family who had died and of some who they were sure had been out in their caskets alive. One casket fell off its stand at the church. They felt it was because the person inside was still alive. I think that the italian people are a bit superstitious when it comes to death.
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