Daily Life

A note I received:
OK, no hurry to answer me back...but have my top 10 questions for you: 1) Do they have WalMart in Italy? If not, how do you buy groceries? for example different vendors per item or what? 2) Do they sell dogfood? 3) How is the cost of living compared to the US? 4) Electricity go out often? 5) Do they have heat? A/C? 6) Broadband internet or dial-up? 7) Easy street signs (if you can read them, that is), or confusing chopped up streets? 8) Laundrymats? 9) How do you buy shoes there? OK, I know you go in and give money...but vendor, big store, what? 10) Toiletries the same? shampoo, conditioner, soap, tootpaste, etc. They are kind of funny questions, but ones I'm wondering about over and over in my head...lol. Some of them might be a cute story when you find out the answers :) Bonus question: What, so far, has been your biggest (happiest) surprise as far a living necessities??

My answers:
1. There aren’t Wal-Mart stores here, but there are big “box” stores on the outskirts of the city. However, they aren’t exactly convenient. There’s an Ikea an hour away, and I’m contemplating taking the train there, but physically carrying everything home is a whole other story! So, I make little trips to neighborhood stores on foot or on my bike. Electronics, appliances, hardware, clothing and groceries are really close. These are tiny! The grocery store is about the size of a Dollar General . There’s a bigger one close to Matt and Angie’s and a super big grocery store is only a quick bike ride away. If I’m walking, I take a cart like thing; basically a bag on wheels. I’m trying to practice sticking close to my house and buying things only as I need them. At the end of my road there is a fruit and veggie market. I go there almost every day. They call me “Dear”. The gentleman at the small electronic/appliance store (where I got my phone, alarm clock, mixer, etc…) calls me “Sweetie”. Anyway, back to the veggies – I try to buy something fresh for dinner every day.
2. Yes, they sell dog food. And cat food. There are even pet stores. Dogs are allowed in restaurants here.
3. It’s so expensive. I can’t explain it. I’ve heard about it – but it actually living it is something so different. Plus, you have to deal with charges from the bank. With those and the exchange rate when you spend 1 Euro, you’re really spending $1.50. At least. Things like plastic shoe boxes (which I’m itching for) are about $5 each. Crazy. Even q-tips are expensive. In Haiti we lived in “bulk” and I always had a closet filled with the year’s supply of toilet paper, shampoo, etc. So, it’s a whole new world for me to shop for things I need at the moment.
4. Perfect Electricity! Although you can only use one major appliance at a time. I don’t mind it at all.
5. My condo (it’s really called that) has radiators. I’m really hoping they work well! I don’t have air-conditioning but some people have it for their bedrooms. I did invest in strong fans and am thankful for them. My house has 4 French doors and the room without them has a huge window. So, things stay relatively nice.
6. I have a little USB thing that let me get the internet. This is great for being around town. There aren’t many places with free wifi. And it helped while I waited for the internet in my house, which came yesterday. As for what kind of internet, that is beyond my understanding. A cord goes from the wall to a box that looks like an insect and then I can have internet all over my apartment, unless I’m in the far corner of my dining room. Then, I have to go back to the USB cord because the wireless is too slow.
7. Street signs? When it comes to riding my bike, I’m just guessing at what I’m supposed to do. If I see someone riding the wrong way on a one-way street, I do it too. I don’t know if I’m supposed to obey all the traffic rules or not. I do have a little cheat sheet I found in a tourist book which I probably should sit down with and poor over.
8. There’s a Laundromat right down the block. However, I have a washer. I love it! I can do laundry any time I want to! It’s the first time in my life. I know this is a silly thing, but I take great joy in it. I need to confess something here: I had a housekeeper in Haiti and I so very much appreciate all that she did. Wow! And my sister really took care of my laundry when I was in the States. So, this infatuation with the washer might be short lived, but for now, love it. I have a dryer which is kind of a rare thing here. Most people hang their clothes out to dry. I chose to spend the money for it because I knew that keeping a house for the first time would be an overwhelming task and that this was one way I could make my life easier. Plus, when language school starts on top of all my normal things… I’m so thankful for it. It does work differently than those in the States. It doesn’t have a vent to the outside. Instead it somehow sends the water from the clothes to a tank at the bottom which you have to empty after every load.
PS. I got a dishwasher, too! Spoil me rotten!
9. I haven’t tried to buy shoes, yet. But there are normal shoe stores. There’s even Footlocker. I don’t know how the sizing differs. I haven’t even bought clothes, yet. I’m going to have to this fall, though.
10. You can get great toiletries here. You can find things like Dove and more expensive brands. They do have lots of stores with really, really expensive things. But, at the grocery store you can find the kind for $1.50.
Bonus:
My biggest surprise has been glass jars. I am loving being a homemaker! I love cleaning and organizing and taking care of my pitiful plants on the balcony. And I’ve loved being in the kitchen. Instead of using Tupperware, I’ve been using glass jars which aren’t too expensive. AND, I’ve started canning! Yesterday I canned salsa and chicken tortilla soup. Fun, fun! But, I use the jars for flower vases and for pencil holders… everything!
Which reminds me, about my flowers. Which, I feel like are a household living necessity. And the one thing that is relatively cheap. The flower market comes to my block every Friday morning. This week I have lilies and hydrangeas. The hydrangeas are on my dining table. The lilies are in the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom.

You Just Never Know, Do You?

A few months ago my mom mentioned to a family friend that I was planning on getting a bicycle when I arrived in Italy. "Well, is she practicing now?" Ummm... no. I mean, how hard can it be if the idiom "it's like riding a bike" means that something is really easy to pick up? A few more people suggested that I go ahead and start riding in America and another family friend loaned me a bike.
So, whoever coined the idiom mentioned above, was not watching me and was definitely taking their life in my hands by walking in front of my oncoming bike.
Dave, my personal expert bike-riding trainer, started me off well. Smooth pavement. Nice park with shading trees. And then up a nice little hill (which I couldn't peddle up) and a little bend to the right and we were in the wilderness. Gravel terrain with big ole loose rocks. Didn't I see little stick cross memorials from where all the bikers had died? The trees reached out to poke my face and my arms and grab a hold of my hair. But, I survived and only a little blood was spilled.
Wait? Wasn't my plan just to ride in Italy to the little market down the street? To language school a mile away? Shouldn't I be practicing on sweet little closed courses where all I had to pay attention to were the birds singing in the trees?
Another time we went to a park that was being developed. This time, Dave researched it. He even watched a youtube video describing it as a perfect place for beginners. That would be me. Well, the real meaning of "a park that is being developed" is that it's undeveloped. There was a little trail that ran through the undevelopedness. Little. Sometimes dirt. Sometimes gravel. Sometimes loose rock.
At one point the trail turned sharply and we found ourselves on a little embankment. It felt like a dam but there was no water anywhere in sight. The trail was about 2 inches wide. OK, I may be exaggerating a little bit. It was about 6 inches wide. If Dave argued that it was a foot wide, I'd fight him on it. Anyway, the point is, that there was a little trail on top of this little dam like thing and I was still a horrible bike rider. I was just about to say, "I can't do this" as I tried to grab hold of a branch to stop the bike. Why wouldn't I just grab onto the breaks? Who knows. The branch did not do it's job and somehow I ended up flipping over to the left. Flipping. Yes. Really. I promise. So I was flipping and laughing.
This was one time I'd like to have a video camera following me. It was one of the most death-defying acts I'd ever performed and no one was there to see it! Dave was in front of me at the time, so by the time he was able to stop his bike and chase down the hill after me, I was already at my twisted resting place. He untangled the bike and my limbs and any of the branches that had hitchhiked for the adventure. He had pure terror on his face. And I could only laugh. What a good story this would make.
I think I'm going to have life-long scars on my right ankle. And I think I really traumatized Dave. From then on, it was only cement trails. But, it all made me a stronger rider. More agile. More in control. More comfortable.
Today I rode my new Italian bike into the center of town. To get there, I had to ride on a busy street that is in major construction. Speedy little Italians rushed by in their speedy little cars, which don't seem so little when you feel like one swirv (yours or theirs) and you'd be a goner. Finally I arrived in the center of town. I do live in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. It's old Italian as old Italian should be. Cobble stone streets (super bumpy). Marble streets (super slick!). Large blocks of stone streets (jarring!). Tiny, tiny little streets. With all those crazy Italian drivers.
So, I did need all my off-roading, crazy trail training after all. Who knew? I'll give you one guess.

"No, wait!"

Earlier this week I heard a message on the radio by Dr. Charles Stanley of In Touch Ministries. In his message he was talking about waiting on God. This was exactly what I needed to hear. At the time I was feeling rather frustrated and discouraged. I'm thrilled that Matt and Angie and April are there in Italy already. So very thrilled! But, another part of me, I found, was feeling a bit disgruntled and unhappy. *I* want to be in Italy! But, then I heard Dr. Stanley's message and it spoke directly to me. He said, "Sometimes when God says, "Wait," we hear, "No." I will be honest with you, this period in my life -- this past year and eleven months -- has been one of the longest "waiting" periods in my life and sometimes Ann and I have both wondered if God was really saying "no" rather than "wait." But, we have not heard Him say "no," nor are we expecting it. We have been called to cross-cultural evangelism. We know Italy is the place God has for us at this time. We are pushing ahead and working to get to Verona, even while we "wait" on Him and His perfect timing. "Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD." (Psalm 27:14)

Getting To Know Verona

April arrived a little over a week ago and we have gotten her moved into her new apartment. We are finally starting to get things set-up and stabilized here in our own apartment. As we have been getting settled you can imagine the numerous trips around town we have had to make. What that has done has shown us parts of the city that we may not have seen otherwise. It finally feels like we are getting to know the side streets. The streets that locals use, as opposed to the numerous tourists that are here in the summer, but predominately during the summer. Angie and April went out for coffee and while they did that I walked all over the downtown center. In Italy, the 'centro' or center of the city is really just that. It is the heart of the city. Most Italians that live in Verona will go often to the centro, because that is where life starts in Verona. Shakespeare describes the reverse this way...

There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself.
Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, And world's exile is death.
—William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene iii

Whew, that's a little rough. In softer words, nothing is out there that is not better found here. God provided a great location for us to live in Verona. It is within a 30 second walk to a major Verona bus stop which sits in front of the main hospital. There are eleven buses that arrive and leave from this stop. That makes it very convenient to go to certain places in Verona. And we are very thankful for that.

This weekend I had a car accident. I looked down for just a moment, looked up and saw the cars in front had slammed on their brakes because of a crossing ambulance. I never heard the siren nor saw the ambulance. I slammed into the back of the car in front of me, which in turn hit the car in front of it. My car had the most damage. The front bumper, hood, headlights and at least the radiator internally are busted up. It happened on July Fourth, Independence Day! It also happened on a street named after the Italian who discovered America, Cristiforo Colombo Way. We prayed yesterday that this week we would find someone honest and trustworthy to do the repairs. We also prayed that it would be inexpensive. And we prayed that looking for a mechanic might give us a chance to better know our neighbors. This morning as we were heading out, our next door neighbors were leaving also. I asked Giovanni if he knew of any good mechanics. He replied that he did and since I didn't know where I was going, he would go with me! That is a great opportunity to spend time with one of our neighbors, and very generous on his part.

One thing we have found is that the people of Verona are incredibly helpful, even going out of their way to be so. Ask a cafe owner where a store is and she might pull out the phone book herself, look for the number, go outside and point you the way. Or ask a self proclaimed wind-surfing employee at a hardware store where are the best spots are on Lake Garda, and he might just draw you a map, pointing out the sights along the way and remember your name next time you go in! The people of Verona are very kind, helpful and courteous. We pray that those who don't know about having a relationship with Christ, will seek Him and come to have an abundant life with Him.

Here's to exploring the city some more......

Finally

So, after two years and almost six months of planning, recruiting, praying, preparing, raising awareness and training we are finally in Verona. We have been here a week today. I've been sick (read more about that here) for the entire week, so we haven't been able to do everything that we thought we would do, but we have done many things. We have got to meet a few area merchants or pizzeria owners. We have been exploring the streets around our apartment building by visiting stores, looking in windows and walking through neighboring streets. We have been getting our apartment set up, very slowly due to me being sick. Our rental agency has been great, going way above and beyond what we ever expected. They are making sure all problems are taken care of. So this week we have met Marco, and air conditioner repairman, a plumber (whose name we don't know yet) and at some point we are supposed to be meeting an electrician. In two months, all of this will be a faint memory.

Weather Wonderings

I have this little widget on my computer that tells me the current weather and forecast for a couple of locations. The first is here in Tulsa. I check it each morning to decide what to wear. Long sleeves or short sleeves, jeans or capri’s. Here in Oklahoma the weather is back and forth.

The other location is Verona, Italy. I have been watching the temperatures stay a lot more steady than they do in Oklahoma. This morning I got up to see that the temperature in Verona is 90 degrees. When I clicked on the widget to open it up and see the next few days it shows we can expect the temperature to climb as high as 97 degrees! It’s only May!

I think I understand why our new apartment in Verona has two air conditioners. Mamma Mia, che caldo!!!

Fast Food Mexican Food??

Okay, okay, I know what you are thinking.....Mexican food in a country that is known for it's pasta and pizza dishes??? Well, I do love Italian food, however, anything done in overabundance can get monotonous and overdone. So, we definitely like to look for alternatives. Since, Mexican food is one of our favorites, it seemed natural to do a search for "cibo messicano" (Mexican food). One of the first things I saw was a Italian franchised fast food restaurant called "Avogados - Mexican food takeaway". Now, we have learned to not go into new restaurants with false hope, so we are holding out final judgment until next month, when we can go check it out for ourselves.....but the website looks amazing. You can check it out here, but it is in Italian so you may not understand much of it. The pictures look great though. Here's to Italian tacos, burritos, nachos and quesadillas!

Sounds of the Bridges of Verona

Here is another video that has 'sounds' from the various bridges in Verona. It helps you imagine the people crossing them, as well as the life that is passing by. Take a moment and pray for the souls that are behind the sounds you hear.

* Drivers of cars
* Children
*Adults
*Bicycles
* etc.....

Verona Video

If you want to see some good video of Verona, check out this video from YouTube.....

Borgo Trento - Trento Neighborhood

Borgo literally means "Burg" or rather neighborhood in Italian. Trento is a city in Italy, but is also the name of a neighborhood in Verona. As we have been looking at different areas of the city in which to live, we had determined that we did not want to live in the historic center of the city. The buildings are amazing and beautiful there. There is also lots of options of things to do. The problem is that because there are so many tourists in Italy, the shopkeepers in the historic area assume that if you are a foreigner that you are a tourist. Who wants to invest time in friendships that you assume are with people that are leaving because they are tourists? So, we wanted to go to a calmer, less touristy part of town. Also, we wanted somewhere that was true Verona. In looking for an apartment, there is a neighborhood, that somehow had not stuck out very much before. It is Borgo Trento. With the potential of our ministry launching near where we live, we continued to consider the spiritual characteristics of the city. There are no evangelical works in Borgo Trento of which we are aware. And of course, as we have written about before, only six percent of Italians consider themselves practicing, and eighty-five percent does not attend mass nor confession not even once throughout the year. Not sure, if this is the neighborhood where we will live or not. But as the prospect grows, our excitement quickens. Soon, we should have a better idea of where we will live, if not the actual address of our new apartment!

Beryl Sloneker, 1917-2009

Then another man stood before you, he said "Remember the time,
A missionary came to your church, His pictures made you cry.
You didn't have much money but you gave it anyway.
Jesus took that gift you gave
And that's why I'm in Heaven today

Last week I went to the hospital to see Mrs. Sloneker, a 91 year-old prayer warrior. She was curled up weary from heart failure and years of waiting to go Home. As soon as she heard my name she asked, “When are you going to Italy?” Her daughter was shocked at her mental clarity. She knew. She had been praying and she knew exactly what God was doing. She died that night. Today I went to her memorial service. The last song sung was, “Thank You” by Ray Boltz. As we watched a slide show we saw pictures of people around the world. They were miscellaneous people until one of them was me. I was surrounded by some of my Haitian children. Later, I found out that those pictures were of people the Sloneker family loved and prayed for.
A year ago today many of you began your commitment to pray for the work God is going to do through me in Verona, Italy. It’s coming. I am preparing my application for a Religious Worker Visa. I’m buying a one-way ticket. The real estate agent is looking for the right apartment. If God is not in these things, they are in vain. Thank you for praying. I need you. The people in Verona need you.

Please pray for the spaghetti growers on the Switzerland-Italy border. They are at risk of losing this year's crop. Conditions are similar to the what they were in 1957. Please watch this short documentary and please remember to pray for these hard workers. Thank you.

Looking Forward...not Behind.

As has been our habit for nearly two decades, we like to read aloud to our kids. The book I'm currently reading to them is one of my favorites. It's called Dove, which is also the name of the author's boat. It's written by and about Robin Lee Graham who sailed around the world single-handedly as a teen back in the 1960s. In it, he writes about some of the places he and his wife, Patti (whom he met and married during his five-year voyage) revisited:

"Sometimes, we backtracked Dove, but when we paid a return visit to a cove or beach it never looked as lovely the second time around. We'd find a lagoon that was really beautiful and return to it perhaps two days later, but the water was colder, the colors more subdued, the wildlife less interesting. After this had happened several times we learned not to look over our shoulder. It was the next place that mattered, the view around the next headland, the swim in the next lagoon."

We heard just a few days ago that our team leaders have received their needed support and have begun preparations to leave for Verona in early June. Fellow teammate, April, who likewise has her needed support in place, will follow a few weeks later. We are so thrilled and excited for them.

We have enjoyed our time in China and in the States. But, we are looking forward to the next cove, the next headland, the next lagoon. We are looking forward to Verona!

Matt, Angie, and April, we will join you there, soon!

Pre-Departure Stage Transition

Angie and I have just announced that we are heading back to Italy in June, after receiving some new financial commitments this week. Read more about it at our blog at http://www.thecrossersblog.com.

You'll be seeing more about the process on here and in our updates. Send us your email if you would like to receive our updates!

In Christ,
Matt & Angie

Dry calls....

When I got back from Colorado I was so pumped and ready to go to Italy right away.  I am ready to pack my bags and go start learning Italian.  It was such a rejuvenating time.  

I got back and was bombarded by support raising.  My bubble popped.  I thought to myself, "It's going to be so much easier from now on to raise support!"  Well, I think it is actually gotten harder, but I am more aware of what I'm doing and also know how to balance my days between language learning, fundraising and prayer and scripture time. (that's a BIG +)  

Believe it or not, but there are 300 churches in Wichita, KS alone!  Today I called about 10% of them.  Yup, 30 churches.  It was funny because by the 15th church I called, it started to be kind of fun and I noticed myself being more friendly and cheery about it.  

This is what my dialogue was and I stumbled all over it, but I'm learning to communicate my message better... 

"Hi! my name is Brandi Davis and I'm a missionary raising financial support.  Is there a missions coordinator or pastor that I could talk to at your church?"  

The receptionist would answer and say these following choices:

• They are lay leaders
  
• Let me find out who that is.. just one second
• Our pastor is in charge of the missions
  
• They are out of town, call back on Monday
• Here is their email 
  

So I got a lot of church homework cut out for me!  

If they did not answer I left a message and said:

"Hi, my name is Brandi Davis and I'm a missionary raising financial support. (pause)  I work for Team Expansion, which is a church planting missions organization based in Louisville, KY.  I plan to go to Verona, Italy to start a church plant with 7 other team members.  I would appreciate your call back.  Please call my cell phone at 316-259-6044 

Thanks and Have a great day!

I kind of sounded like a salesman despite the few hiccups, sneezes and long pauses because I forgot what to say.  

I have learned that the connections that you have are only the beginning.  There are millions of connections to many different churches, you just have to find them.... 

I found a whole lot today.

That was my adventure for today, which produced a headache and fatigue.  The great thing about it is that I'm not scared of dry calls anymore!  I actually like to do it; as weird as that may sound, it's true.

Just a minute ago a pastor of a church that I contacted called back and sounded interested!  See.... connection! 

I'm feelin' good:)

Distance from Verona to other Countries

So, tonight before bed, I was playing around with Google Maps. Great fun, if you have never played with it. Unfortunately, there still are no "street level" photos of Verona, but I did check to see how close Verona is to other countries. By car, Verona is 2 hours and 24 minutes from Switzerland, Austria and Slovenia. It is 3 hours and 35 minutes from Germany and Croatia. And it is 4 hours to France.

It is interesting to see how "close" a city in Northern Italy is to so many countries. Also, once the church is firmly established in Verona and multiplying in the surrounding areas think how close those new offshoots would be to neighboring borders! The Verona church could someday be the launching pad for Southern European mission endeavors!!! We must keep praying for the foundation of the church in Verona and for those to come to know Christ in a daily relationship.

Greetings from Colorado...

Hi! We are currently attending MTI...which stands for Missionary Training International. It is located in Palmer Lake, Colorado. We are getting ready to begin week number 4 out of the 5 weeks we are going to be here. The first 2 weeks were a program called PILAT. It provides you with many techniques and tools to use when you are learning a new language. We found it helpful and will definitely apply it when we start learning Italian! We are now in a program called SPLICE. It's a pre-field training which focuses on strengthening your skills for cross cultural life and ministry. So far, we really like it and feel like it will be beneficial to us when we arrive on the field. We have also been thankful to attend the program with another member of our team, Brandi Davis. It's been so nice to see her everyday and get to know her better! We have also been able to spend some time with the The Blackburn family who live in nearby Colorado Springs.

Here are some pictures from our trip so far...


Mountains surrounding MTI


This is a little town we visited called Manitou Springs. It's located at the base of Pike's Peak.


Manitou Springs is known for their natural mineral springs. Their are about 12 located all through the town. We found this one and Brandi decided to try it out!

Hope you enjoyed the pictures! Hope everyone is having a great 2009!
-Brandon and Savannah Eaton

An "Easter Egg" in Michelangelo's Last Judgement

As we are going to Italy and will be using art as a means of reaching out into the community, I have been studying some of the great Italian artists. Far and away, my favorite is Michelangelo. The works I like the best are his sculptures Pieta and David, and the scenes from the book of Genesis frescoed on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

Another of his more interesting works of art is the painting, The Last Judgment, which is also in the Sistine Chapel right behind the pulpit, where the Pope stood to give Mass. During the project, the Pope's Master of Ceremonies, Biagio da Cesena, opposed the depiction of nude figures in the chapel. In response, Michelangelo worked da Cesena's semblance into the scene as Minos, judge of the underworld. (He's the demonic figure with the ears of a donkey in the lower right hand corner of painting.) Upset at this insult, he complained to the Pope telling him that Michelangelo had placed him in hell. The old Pope, who apparently had a sense of humor, is reported to have said, "That is too bad. If you were in purgatory, I could help you. But my jurisdiction does not extend to hell, so the portrait will have to remain."

While that is a funny story, the painting is not. It is, as its title declares, a depiction of the last judgment whereby Christ will separate those destined for a resurrected eternity with God and those destined for eternal damnation in the Lake of Fire with Satan and his demons. Because Hell is a real and literal place, we want to spread the Good News that there is an alternative to this place of agony -- the way to which God opened when He sent His Son to be the atoning sacrifice for our sins.

Lord, whether we are in the homeland of Michelangelo, or here in the "New World," help us to "snatch others from the fire and save them." (Jude 1:23)