El Último Culto en Calle Quart :(

As you probably canNOT tell by my title, today was our last day at la Iglesia Evangélica Bautista in Calle Quart. Bittersweet.

The girls (Macy and Jessica) and I woke up this morning around 9:30, had a little breakfast, and then got ready for church. We went in metro to Gran Via, and then walked the rest of the way to Calle Quart 134, our church away from home.

It was wonderful. The songs we sang, we were very familiar with. The message given by sweet Pastor Eduardo was fabulous. And we even had communion. Afterwards, we chatted with Dabid, Ivan, Reveca, and some other friends. At last, we bid farewell to our sweet pastor. He reminded us that we would always be welcome and at home here in the church, and that it had been such a pleasure to know us these four months. Of course, the pleasure has been all ours.

When we finally left, sadly and on the verge of tears, I caught the bus home. I spent the rest of the afternoon, UNFORTUNATELY, studying for my 5 tests this week. That's right. Five tests. Two on Tuesday, and three on Wednesday. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. This semester has been infinitely easier than a semester in Auburn would've been. I'm just stating the outlook of my last week in Spain. Five tests.

Anyway, I got some good studying done, but I did have a few breaks. Parts of movies, reading. Stuff like that.

When I'd gotten home, no one was here. And since I'd spent all afternoon shut up in my room, I figured, around 10:00, that Matilde and César probably had no idea I was here. So I went down and made my appearance, and in fact, my hypothesis was right. Matilde ended up making me a little dinner: left over pasta, a hot jam and cheese sandwich, a strawberry drink, and some leftover pastel from their day out on the town. She sat down with me, and we just chatted. After I'd finished eating, we moved into the living room, where we read the newspaper, watched some TV, and talked about Spanish refrains. She taught me one at dinner that goes like this:

Que comer y rascar

Todo es empezar

It literally means, to eat and to scratch, all is to begin. She taught it to me because at first, when she asked me if I was hungry, I told her not really. But once I began eating, I ate a lot. Hahaha! Get it?

Anyway, I finally went up to my room around 12:00. I talked to sweet Lauren Keith on Skype for about an hour, and then went to sleep.

 

Superfeliz,

Leigh