“What has been happening recently?” you ask. I’ll tell you, even if you didn’t ask.
One of my favorite big events was getting my residency card, my tarjeta. FINALLY. All of the paperwork, the trip to the Chicago consulate, the phone calls that drove me close to insanity, the corrections, the visa, the move to Spain, the various trips to the extranjería (and the wonderful roommate who accompanied me on all of those!), and finally… finally… on the last trip, the man across the counter handed me my tarjeta. “Perfect.”
We celebrated with a trip to the mall, coffee and tostadas, and getting lost (as is our custom while on foot in Almería).
Last week, my roommate and I took a trip to Berja, a small town in the province of Almería. Away from our immigrant town, we noticed a more defined Spanish flavor, especially in the thicker Andalusian Spanish.
At a bus stop in the middle of nowhere, a man (one who would fit nicely into one of those “anti-smoking” commercials) climbed on board our bus. He sat in front of us but hollered over our heads to the man sitting directly behind us. After several minutes of thick and raspy Andalusian exchange, he turned to face forward and lean back in his seat. The seat was broken and little by little, it voluntarily reclined so far that soon there were three of us in our seat. I giggled. I couldn’t help it! The day was going to be an adventure…
In la villa vieja, we freely roamed the Roman and Arab ruins and enjoyed the silence of the forsaken countryside.
We walked part of “the route of fountains” to find the oodles of little fountains throughout the town. But more fun than finding the fountains was seeing pretty pieces of the town I wouldn’t have noticed otherwise.
We topped off the afternoon with a sumptuous “choto al ajillo” (goat in garlic sauce) which we bravely tried… and liked!
Of course, lots of other things have been happening too that I haven’t described in detail here (at least not yet), such as:
- setting up a library corner at the store
- watching a bus driver threaten to call the police to remove a disruptive and cussing passenger
- walking with a friend in time to a spiritual discussion
- seeing God working miracles through brothers and sisters in Christ who are willing to be a channel of God’s power and love
- multiple trips to the bank to set up an account… to no avail until the fifth time I tried and the bank teller threw up his hands and hollered, “IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT!”
And more. Much more. But that’s enough for now, because I’m off to have another adventure. After all, there is an adventure in every day if we remember to look for it.
“It’s the end of the world as we know it!” Haha. I feel your pain, bank teller.
Love this! An adventure in every day if we know where to find it.