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The One for the Screw-Up

Does anyone actually want to go through their 20s again?! No, actually, we want all the wisdom we gained and the physical strength, but we don’t want the growing pains – it’s just tough.

Enter Wonderland

A canvas from Carnival del Toro, Ciudad Rodrigo 25/2/2017.


When I went to Ciudad Rodrigo last weekend, I was severely tempted to run with the bulls.  To my mothers’ (not a typo, you know who you are) relief, my friends held me back.  Later, with a more clear head, I realized I would have been less of the agile, suave toreador, and more like Munch’s Scream transposed.  Less confidently handling what comes at me, and more terrified cries for help.  I’m not an art critic, but in the original, despite signs of civilization, no one appears to be answering the figure’s call.

I like to think I’m a pretty competent person.  You know, maybe not the best at anything, but alright at a lot of things.  I like to think I can make things work out.

I’m also pretty sure God sees that and laughs.

Last Monday night during discipleship…

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Diá Cero: Sick in Spain

He made it! Still sick, though – buggers…..

Enter Wonderland

8:08 am, touchdown in Madrid. After ~12 hours of flight it’s good to put my Chuck’s on solid ground again. Lydia, our coordinator, and Karla, another team member at En Vivo, pick Rachel and I up from the airport. We eat the traditional Spanish lunch of *ahem* pizza and calzones *ahem* for our first meal in Spain, then go to a small coffee chain before hitting the road for Salamanca.

I sleep most of the way there and wake up with un garganta that feels like it went 9 rounds in the boxing ring. Karla drops us off at Rachel’s apartment, then the blitz begins.

Stay awake, beat jet lag. Say “ciao”, not “hola”. Doors lock behind you. Once out opens, twice in double locks. If a car is coming as you cross the street, go, they will yield.

I’m shivering.

Welcome to the plaza. You’ll look like tourists, but…

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Salamanca: One Day More

I take Nathan to Kansas City airport in the morning. Will i cry? yup, can’t help that, but i’m excited and thrilled at his hard earned opportunity.

 

Enter Wonderland

“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

– Matthew 6:34, NIV

“One day more! Another day, another destiny. This never-ending road to Calvary.”

Jean Valjean, Les Miserables


Sometimes I wonder if this icestorm isn’t a godsend. I would probably be much more stressed about leaving for another country if we weren’t blockaded by horrific weather. Instead, I’ve been worrying about whether or not I’ll be ableto leave.

All kidding aside, people often ask if I’m scared or excited for this semester, and since I hate to disappoint, I feed both their vicarious travel dreams and inate fear of the unknown by saying, “both, really.” The more accurate, but far less interesting answer would be neither. Although I am a worrier, I worry about things right in front of me: where’s my next turn to…

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