Sorella Robinson

8 years ago

August I returned home from my mission.

It seems like a dream.

Excuse me as I self indulge.

I am about to post a plethera of mission pictures.

I didn't unpack my bags for a week at the MTC.

Wasn't sure I wanted to stay at such a strange place.

I went in on 2/2/2000.

Groundhogs Day.

Seen the movie?

At the MTC it seems like you've fallen into the Matrix .

Everyday the same,

and then repeat,

reapeat,

repeat.

Dear MTC,

Thank you for teaching me Italian

and then letting me go.

xoxo,

Sorella Robinson

Mission Home Roma Italia.

Sorella Spackman and I upon our arrival in Italy.

Sorella Spackeman once told me, "I came on my mission to get away from girls like you".

Unsure what that really meant, I assumed, she was

offended by my red nail polish, fishnets, and diet coke habit.

I can't say I blame her.
I did try to pack my bikini for sun bathing on "P-Day".

Coloseum with my MTC Sorelle.

I served in Rome for almost 10 months of my mission.

The Coloseum, Forum, Circus maximus, Arc di Triumph

all included in my first area.

Curtis.

Changed my life.

Sorelle sempre.

Ti voglio ben' assai!

Trevi Fountain with the Caserta Crew.

That is Jones,

phenom-italian linguist

and my mission "Mom".

She taught me Italian,

how to laugh at myself,

and to never give up.

Transfers at Termini a Roma.

Mid mission meet up with my MTC group.

Can't explain the feeling,

We were all fighting the good fight.

I was proud to be one of them.

The people.

Oh, the people!!

My Mission;

hardest thing I ever did,

best time of my life,

miss it everyday,

feels like it was all a dream.