a few nights later (sunday, to be exact) evil me spends money for the “Death by Chocolate” gelato experience at Tre Scalina in Piazza Navona. Hubby discovers a group of LDS missionaires in the Piazza – i wasn’t standing next to hubby, moments later missionaries approach me to “share a message.” I guess licking gelato on the Sabbath might be one way people would think you are NOT mormon. lol.
love the post. just wondering, has anyone ever been able to see someone who is not Caucasian and also guess correctly that they are Mormon? not trying to offend, just wondering.]]>