On Saturday we had driven up from Crestline to the Bay Area, where over the weekend we stayed with our dear friends, the Don O’Keefes. Went to church with them on Sunday, and on Monday we packed our luggage into their car and we all drove to a hotel in San Francisco near the airport as we needed to be there by 6:30 for our early morning flight to Madrid, Spain. Jerry Powell and his wife were two of the 13 of us who would be part of the memorable trip. Shortly after they also arrived at the airport hotel they joined us in the dining room for dinner.
On Tuesday morning, all 13 had gathered except for Sister Carrasco, who would be flying in the next day. Our first leg was five hours into Atlanta. Full plane, smooth flight.
The evening flight from Atlanta to Madrid was long–more than 9 hours–and when we arrived it was Wednesday morning. Brother Sones, the resident missionary, Brother Fabio and Sister Tracina, Aim workers, met us at the airport, loaded up our luggage and took us to our hotel, where we rested a few hours. After an evening meal, we were transported to the small Bible school rooms for an orientation meeting, then Brother Sones led us a block or so to a coffee shop where we had our first of many cups of cafe con leche. “I don’t take cream,” I told Brother Sones as he took our orders.
He smiled at me and said, “You probably will want it here.”
He was right, for, typically, the coffee served is extremely strong–perhaps espresso–then the cup is filled with hot milk. Quite delicious. At McDonald’s one may order “Americano” coffee which is served as it is here in the States.
I was intrigued by the scores of hams that were hanging about the shop, and when I asked the price I learned they could cost upwards to 2 to 3 hundred dollars each depending on the quality. The Euro is strong against the dollar: 1.40 to 1.00. 😦 A little later a plate of thinly sliced ham was delivered to our table. Scrumptious.
Spain! I was in Spain. The night streets were lively and bustled with activity. A lone lady walked down an incline…and I wondered who she was. I tried to catch an image of her life, her hopes, her dreams.
Back to our hotel where some of our group suffered from jet lag and did not sleep well, but some did, including me!