Every time I have sat down to write a blog this past week, it has been all my emotions that filled the blank pages. So I'm going to attempt to tell it how it is, not how my emotions would tell the story. We'll see how this turns out... ;)
There are so many things to say, so much that is going on that it feels a bit overwhelming to try start.
Each day is about the same. Get up, school, eat, activity with school/going out, sleep. So that's sounds mundane, but it's really not. I went to the Alahambra with school yesterday, and it was very similar to the castle in Seville. Kinda looked the same to me I mean every room is amazing, but seriously...It's like the Grand Canyon. Look at it for 30 minutes a awesomeness...then it looks the same. I went to the beach last week. Salobrena beach. On the way in the bus we drove through the Seirra Nevadas. Let me tell you, I felt like a prisoner. I wanted to break the window and live off 20 euros for the next 3 months. I was praying against my emotions and the constant, "I want this, I want this..." And when we arrived at the beach, a wave of peace swept over me. I played in the water like a 6 year old. Splashing and giggling. It was the most amazing feeling of contentment. Salobrena is an adorable village. Not a lot of people, super quiet compared to the maddness of Granada. You can see the towering snow capped Nevadas on one side, then blue waters and palm trees on the other. It's the perfect location for a city. While we were there, we hiked to the top of the city (it's a city on a hill). I love going down in elevation. Everybody was panting like dogs, and I was fine. Anyways, we walked up to another castle(yes, another one). Although it wasn't a cool castle, the view was... AMAZING. The above pic is from the castle.
I am going to a conference on Saurday with the Jovenes (young adults + high school) in Seville. After there is a concert. So it should be fun. I am praying that I'll begin to form relationships with the Jovenes, language barrier has really stopped things from advancing beyond names.
Culture. Culture here is not really setting in for me. I have gotten comfortable in my house, and around my area. I can adapt more or less to these things. But the culture is another story. Honestly, if I wasn't going to be here for 4 months, I wouldn't have even thought once about the culture. I wouldn't have observed it and payed attention. I have been praying for discernment. Parties are constant, all the time. I have been asked about my religion if I mention that I go to church, and I respond that I'm a Christian. One guy started asking me about customs and baptisms and all sorts of religious routine. I realized then that the Roman Catholic and Christians are the same here. I don't by any means think that being Catholic is bad, but religion here isn't a way of life. It's if you were baptized when you were a baby. I have heard that people either say they are practicing or non practicing Christians. There is not such thing as a non practicing Christian. It cannot be. At first my heart was numb to this...but I asked the Holy Spirit to break my heart for this city. I am so much more aware of my surroundings now. Ecclesiastes 1:18 "For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief."
America is materialistic, yes. Spain is too. Maybe it's because about 90% of my time I'm in the hub of the city. Shops shops shops shops shops... so. many. shops. Everybody, and I'm not exaggerating... EVERBODY ALWAYS looks their best. Image is everything here. At home, it's more what you have and how much you have. Here it's what you look like. Hard to explain unless you have spent some time here.
Otherwise the culture is comparable to the Latin culture. Really inviting and warm. Especially at church...love is everywhere. I love it :)
There are really weird things that I miss now that life is absent from them. Family and friends, of course. Peanut butter, milk that doesn't taste like a butt, a baking aisle. Microwave, carpet, a dryer...oh! Dear dryer, I miss you so. I think what I miss the most is a sense of belonging... I know I belong here, God gave me a verse that says, "...Stay in the city until you have been clothed with the power from on high." Can't get more specific than that! I belong, but I don't feel it. I suppose that's why we can't rely on feelings...
Well... there is much more where all that came from, but I'll stop myself before we have a short novel.
I love you all... miss you all dearly...
Irene Grace.