Diario de le enferma

30 01 2011

Friday and Saturday I didn’t make it out of my room.

Sunday: Sick. Fu. Feel revolting. In bed

Monday: Cannot conceive of going to school. Calling to cancel.

Tuesday: OK. I can make it out of the house. Class – yes,More – no.

Wednesday: Waking myself up coughing endlessly. Just as well I have Max as a pillow.

In trouble because I didn’t go to the doctor. I don’t need paracetamol and I don’t need antibiotics. I’m drinking and resting. But apparently this is entirely wrong. I ought to be taking medicines and syrups.

(Edited 2 weeks later) still with the cough. No one here seems to have a concept of a post viral cough. Every day people seem surprised it hasn’t gone, and suggesting all kinds of remedies including garlic cloves and raw carrot mashed in heated milk!





Visiting Montilla

28 01 2011

This week I went to Montilla to stay with the Millers. Terry and Christine have been in Montilla 3 or 4 years. They were working with another missionary couple who returned to the UK and have been there alone with the church until this year, when a Brazilian couple have come for the short-term but it looks like they will stay on. There is also a Romanian couple who minister within the Romanian congregation. They work during the harvest of olives, but like many, have lots of trouble finding work for the rest of the year. It’s  tough place to live and the unemployment is very high. The local school gives out breakfast to the kids who want and everyone gets a meal at lunch (in most schools this is not covered by the school but costs).

The church has been going for a lunch time but has been through some tough times over the last few years. While trying to have a ‘meting’ or expression or church in each of the 4 smaller towns as well as the combine whole, they’re doing a lot of thinking about what church is and how it functions from day-to-day as a community of light and salt.

Within that community I think barely 2 people have regular employment, there are many experiencing difficulties from mental health, depression and anxiety to drug usage.People are coming to know Christ and growing, but many have fallen or left as well. It’s a complex context in which to serve and the team could really use prayer for wisdom, strength and encouragement to keep at it.

There’s lots to be done – and I’m sure I could be useful. But there’s a team of 3 couples, few Spaniards at the helm and a lot of questions in my head about how it could work out.

 





Australia Day

27 01 2011

Australia Day plans… someone claimed the weekend before for their birthday so I planned a party for the Saturday. Loads of fun planning the menu, getting Aussie music together….

CANCELLED in the end for illness. Another Australia Day without sharing the love…

 





Christmas

1 01 2011

Christmas this year, Adele came and visited on her way through from Morocco and we headed up to Pozoblanco for the weekend. I’d been looking out for an ‘english’ Chritmas (less a matter of food, more a matter of language) and had arranged to head to Delyths not realising that Victor, who works at the centre, would also be coming – nd speaks no english. Along with another from the US, we had a fantastic time mixing up the two and eating stacks.

We started the weekend with a huge dinner on the 24th with the church from Pozoblanco, and backed up for another huge feast on the 25th before taking a wander in the afternoon to a local castle and then out for a coffee. I don’t remember ever heading out on Christmas Day?!

Boxing Day (a non event here) Adele headed off to her next destination and we went to Peñarroya for a birthday lunch for another friend, before dinner drinks on the farm of the German missios. We topped the weekend off on the 27th with yet another brunch and friends over for lunch before I raced back to Córdoba just making it in time for the Christmas dinner we’d organised between the Córdoba crew. Packed but awesome!

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Then New Years I spent with the Pringle Family watching Lord of the Ring waiting for the clock strike to eat our 12 grapes (I had ben planning to head into the centre but it was pouring with rain), before heading off to church at 1:30 for the review that the youth group had put together.

Crashed around 4:30, so much earlier than the rest of the world, but I had to back up to a New Year’s Day lunch with Yoli and a mass of Paraguayans… Eating never ends!!!