…and it was raining.

One of the pleasant surprises about living in Spain is the grocery delivery. If you spend a set amount of money on purchases, certain stores will deliver to your apartment for free. This is a great deal if you don’t have a vehicle and you also have a three year old in tow.
The store that offers this delivery is the Spanish equivalent to a Super Walmart, and so they carry most items. We decided to capitalize on this service when we had to buy folding chairs for the visitors we are having in our home. We bought out their stock of chairs, and still had some purchases to make in order to reach the minimum delivery amount. We wandered the store until we found enough items to raise our purchasing price and then headed to the checkout. It was there that we were told that they only deliver groceries, and not folding chairs.
So we walked out of the store and into the rain. I had four folding chairs under my arms and water dripping from my glasses while Crystal had a bag of nonessential items and a small person in a stroller who really, really wanted us to know that she was hungry.

Lesson: Check before check out.

Humiliating

The other night I was considering the struggle and embarrassments of adapting to a new country, new culture, new normals, new struggles, and new language. In that rare moment of clarity I realized that I was pronouncing my perception of the struggle incorrectly. I should be pronouncing the word, not “humiliating,” but “humility-aiding.”

I just need to drop the accent on my pride.

Soapy Mouth

According to our Spanish tutor, the statement, “If you say that again I am going to wash your mouth out with soap!” doesn’t have an equivalent Spanish phrase.

The children here in Spain will never understand a memorable part of my childhood.

Bats are evil

The other morning Tanzen and I were listening to the song “O Come, O Come Immanuel,” and I was explaining that people prayed for Jesus to come and rescue them, and we pray today that Jesus would come and rescue us from evil, and bad people, and our sin. And Tanzen said, “and bats. Bats are icky.” Yes. Bats are part of the “evil.”

 

#LessonLearned

Oops

Sometimes I can’t stop sarcastic comments from coming from my mouth. We were walking through the airport in Madrid after 20 hours of traveling, missing a night of sleep, and the normal joys of airports when a friendly passenger looked down at the guitar I was lugging under my arms loaded down with a stroller, carryon, and car seat, and said, “You must play guitar or something?”
And I couldn’t stop myself…
“No, I just like to pack my clothes in a guitar case…”

At least we both laughed about it.

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