London Bridges falling down

First off- To all my dear family and friends that followed my blog, sorry it has been so long. Life happens and I have talked a lot with some of you individually about the experiences I've been having but here is a contunation and completion of my travel journal:

Coming home from Spain I got stuck in the London Heathrow airport overnight. On the plane from Spain to London, the pilot told us (exact words) that "{aproximatted departure time to leave for London Heathrow would be....in a while" The plane uproared with laughter as this is very typically Spanish. My connection was tight and I ended up not making it. After running around the airport for an hour in London trying to find a rep. for the airline that made me missed my flight I finally found a middle aged woman about to close her desk. I told her my story and she gave me coupons for a hotel and some food. WHAT AN ADVENTURE! I was pumped and it could have been the crummiest hotel in the world for all I cared, but it wasn't it was gorgeous. And as my mom flipped out back in the USA I was having the time of my life in this lush London hotel. It would have been enough just to be safe, but of course God provided above and beyond anything I could have thought up. It was just experience after experience as I continued into the airport and while waiting for the plane found a pound(the British currency) on the floor as if it had been placed there for me( and I knew who had done it) :) I was even more blessed as when I went to go get on my plane the next morning I saw that my ticket had been bumped up to first class. God provides and even though it was stressful, it was just another adventure for me and the icing on the whole experience.

Adventures in Madrid and second half of camp

Everyone has to have a fan, its just too hot {and they happen to be stylish as well}
The open air market today
Some fun on the streets with Shelly :]
The front of the school
The man at the meat shop posed for me haha
The Prado museum
Modern class :from left to right= Lilli, Jessica, Shelly, me, Kari:
This one explains itself
Principe Pio- the main metro stop and bus station I go through almost every day

Inspired

I´m inspired. Inspired by the pigon with one leg. He hobbles, he keeps going. Stumbling, but not broken. Inspired by the old couples hand in hand. The women friends arm in arm talking as if its been years; disscusing the blessings or yesterdays.

I´m inspired by the street performers. The opera singer who humbles her glorious voice for small change on the streets of Sol. Maybe to feed a child or two or maybe she just has nowhere to go. Her voice is lost but not forgotton in my memory. I´m inspired.

The people here; they are friendly, they are generous, but most of all they enjoy life in all its frivolity. They enjoy the highs, they embrace to lows.

Inspired by the children who wildly run free. No boundries, no fear they take a step beyond. They look at me, their faces brightly smiling. They know, I know. They want a friend, they hunger for attention and I give it to them willingly. My tired eyes and weakend body are strong for them, strong in you.

Laughing trying to communicate. Why don´t you understand me? I´m inspired. They scream, they run, they jump, they play, but will they ever know the way? Will they ever know me? Who am I anyways? Am I worthy of their affection? I´m just the pigon with one leg.

I stumble through this experience not knowing where I am heading, yet still confident and bold in my final destination. Inspired to move ahead, to keep pushing, to reach for the unknown and the forgotton. I´m inspired to love.

To love life, to love people. I must indulge and enjoy these moments, for they pass so quickly. The good the bad, the highs and the lows. I love them all.

I hold tight to the passion from the Spanish people. A kiss on both cheeks. I´m just inspired. Hello and goodbye; tomorrow is a new day and all the old has passed away. Lost but not forgotton: Here I stand. Here I am Lord, send me.
I´m inspired.

Photos finally!

the ballet class
the gang cutting out some stars
chicos de broadway!
festival of dancers
a ballet class with Jessica

Chicos de Broadway

The show was last Wednesday!  If you look past the minor details of things such as costumes on backwards, talking to fast, music not starting, people turning the wrong way etc. etc. it was a complete success!  The children had a bast.  They put on their matching shirts and we did a little make up special for each one.  The fact is, it didn't really matter how the show went, it was the fact that the kids got to see their parents smiling faces as they said their 2 lines bold and proud.  How wonderful it felt to be part of such an endeavor...such a confidence builder for these children.

Now we are on the next couple weeks for camp.  Hector says we have only 2 new children and 8of the same ones.  Because of the limited time, we will put on the same production with different songs and changed characters.   God ha answered many a prayer (as he always does) and I feel very rested along with the rest of the crew.  e have a game plan and that is helpful, rather than trying to do everything the last minute.

Again, I'll post pictures ASAP and much love to all of you back home and abroad :)

Coming home to a Sunrise

Sorry its been so long everyone, there is just so much to tell and it is hard to collect my thoughts and digest all of these adventures.  This weekend we stayed at one of the American girl helper's place, Shelly. We hadn't really experienced the nightlife here in Madrid as we had always been too tired or too busy to even think about staying out late, but this weekend we went out and had quite the experience.

All the strange ones come out at night in Madrid.  Many dressed in ridiculous outfits, we stand in the midst of chaos, three young American girls, dressed respectful and in sort of an awed state. We met up with some friends and went dancing.  The music pounding and repetitive was the background until about 4 in the morning.   The Spaniards laughed at us when we said we were tired because this is early for them to go to the clubs.  They told us they usually GO at 3 and leave at 7 (when the club closes).  Afterward we went to an all night chocolateria.  The drink is pure, thick, Spanish chocolate and you eat it with a fluffy stick pastry called a churro.  So Delicious, but ever so bad for you.  We waited until 6 to take the metro back home and walked back to the apartment when the sun came up.  I don't know how some people do this EVERY night!  It is hard to imagine, but it is what they grow up with.

Embracing Culture, Memories, Prayer

So it has been two weeks that I have been in Spain and there is so much to tell! First off, happy fourth of July yesterday to all you Americans! Our performance for camp is this Wednesday and it has been, well lets just say interesting, getting things together. Yet we are still making progress and I think it will be a very cute performance. I have been taking flamenco classes at the school. It is so much fun! My roomate Kari described the experience perfectly, "Its like we are playing dress up." It feels like when I got my first pair of ballet shoes and danced around kitchen for hours! Flamenco is so emotional and saucy. I think thats why I enjoy it so much ;)

We also got to visit the most famous flamenco school in Spain! It was even more special because Lilli (my house mother) used to take classes there and teach. She hasn´t visited there for a very long time and it was so wonderful to see her face light up when she saw old friends. She reminised about the streets and the local restaurants she had spent so much precious time in. It was such a priviledge to go there with her. The school had such and interesting atmosphere and ironically enough the name of the school is Amor de Dios or in English, Love of God.

The culture is thrown full force at me here in Spain, we do say we are living the Spainish lifestyle, but without the siesta. Yet it has been wonderful giving my all to this camp, the children and this sweet family everyday. I am constantly blessed back a thousand times more.

God is good, I am doing well and am ready for another week of camp!
Please pray for :
Hector and Lilli (for rest and encouragement with the ministry at Aslan)
The children
The workers both American and Spainish (rest and to show unconditional love to the kids)
Finances
Safety (I am safe but have to be reminded I am in a different culture)


One thing about pictures: I can no longer post pictures ofthe children on my blog or anyother site because their parents did not release this permission. All the photos I have taken ad the other workers have taken will be on the Aslan website as soon as possible:
http://www.aslanperformingartscentre.org

STILL i will post pictures asap of other experiences in Spain whenever possible!