Hiding out, Women's Day, TRANSFERS

This week has been crazy sauce! SO much has happened I don't even know where to start! I'll start with a little story about our beloved Rosita.I don't know if I've talked about Rosita before but she is a new member. She was baptized about a 8 months ago or something and we're teaching her the follow up lessons. She is a bedante (which is an occupation where you're pretty much paid to live round the clock with an older woman and take care of them 24/7) Her signora is named Nadia and is hilarious. I actually adore her. ANYWHO the point of this story is that bedante's aren't supposed to have people over to the house. In this case, we're not supposed to be going over there because Nadia's son....is like "high up" in the catholic church. Anyway, I didn't understand it to be a big deal that we go over there because we go over every week and both of them are cool with it right? Well this week we just barely got inside and were setting our stuff down and Rosita was making hot chocolate for us, and the gate rang. So Rosita picked up the phone and the son was at the gate wanting to be buzzed in. Rosita ran into the room where I was talking with Nadia and grabbed all of our stuff and shoved us in her bedroom with the light off! I was freaked. I had no clue what was happening. So right when we got in the room I heard the son come to the door and I heard him and his wife talking with Rosita and Nadia in the other room. If you know me well, you know that I have an incredibly overactive imagination and had all kinds of thoughts going through my mind about how this situation could turn out. Sorella Chevalier said we should turn the light on in the room so if they caught us it wouldn't look as bad. I didn't think it was the best idea but I just sat there on the bed and said a little prayer. Anyway, while we're sitting on the bed, I hear the wife's voice coming closer (she was heading to the bathroom that's RIGHT by the room we were in---with the light on) I was just sitting there on the bed saying a prayer and I hear the door creak open behind me--it was the wife. But for some reason, she didn't see us and just went into the bathroom. A few seconds later Rosita came into the room, turned off the light, and left the door just a crack open. I sat there thinking about this as we were trapped in that room for like 30 minutes. My mind was going crazy conjuring up ways we could escape, but really, everything ended up being okay. It blows my mind that the wife didn't see us in there--with the light on, right next to the door. The only thing that makes sense is that we were both just praying everything would be okay. Rosita could lose her job and/or he could make it so that she can't come to church on Sundays. It would have been an amusing adventure, a little game of kick-the-can, had it not been that so much was in jeopardy. But we told Rosita that she had to talk to the son about how we're coming over because I DO NOT want to duck out in her room again AND, her job and future in the church is on the line. Anyway, prayer is actually fantastic and Heavenly Father listens and answers prayers. Punto.In other news, Diana got the holy ghost on Sunday! Although she was like ...a half an hour late to church. She said she waited for a bus for 20 minutes or something. Wanna know why the buses took so long? Because of a little holiday called "Women's Day". When I went into relief society a couple of women congratulated me that I am, in fact, a woman and we celebrated indeed. Actually, we just sang an opening hymn and said, "Happy Women's Day". But none of the women bus drivers had to work on this day so THAT'S why our dear Diana was late to sacrament meeting. But it was rad that she has the Holy Ghost now. She's so sweet and I'm excited to teach her the follow-up lessons and keep working with her because she's wonderful.And now what you've all been waiting for...TRANSFERS!! I was actually so nervous for Monday to hear from President about what would be happening with our district. Every companionship changed! My companion is going to the Island--Sardegna--to follow-up train Sorella Hughes who I was with in the MTC. And I am staying here in Roma 1 and my companion is named Sorella Barbiere! She's Italian! I'm so so excited. I drop off Sorella Chevalier and pick up Sorella Barbiere tomorrow at the train station. I'm so excited. I've never met her before but I just can't wait. I've learned an awful lot these last three months and still have oodles left to learn. I am thankful for my trainer and all the things that we've learned and accomplished together. This e-mail is forever long. If you've actually read it to the end then I will give you an Italian embrace when I return because if I was reading it I probably would have ducked out by now. :) Love you guys lots. Church is true. And Italian kisses! Sorella Hansen