As most of you already know, I'm studying in Madrid this semester at the Madrid campus of the University of St. Louis. So far, it's been quite the experience. After spending some time rushing to flights, being sandwiched between a stoic college student and a Russian woman cuddling on my arm, and waiting to be picked up from Barajas Airport in Madrid, I finally arrived at my homestay. As I entered the elevator to get to my 'casa' on the fourth floor, I learned that there was no way that the elevator was going to get me where I wanted to go. Apparently it's completely normal to have one elevator for odd floors and one for even. As I lugged my bags down the stairs and into the appartment, I was greeted by my 'madre,' Teresa, who is housing me, along with her husband, Pepe. Their hospitality and helpfulness have crossed language barriers and made me feel at home over my first two days in Madrid, despite the 90 degree heat. The Taco Bell in the mall cross the street helps too :) I'm filled with anticipation as I wait to encounter how I will be stretched, grow, as well as be blown away with what God can do in my life and others. On the agenda for this weekend is a bullfight and a possible trip to Toledo.
Que Dios te bendiga.
The view from my appartment