Crazy Travels

So I finally have internet access and a little bit o free time. The last weekish of training was crazy- we all finally ¨stormed¨ and had our breakthroughs, breakdowns, and whatnot. I realized I would actually miss this family like crazy once they´re gone, and it really has been hard being without them. Saying goodbye was rough, but we´re all working on keeping in touch and updated.

I had gotten hardly any sleep when I went to the Milan airport with a German and an Albanian to drop of a Singaporean. Due to certain (long) difficulties, we had to pick up a certain Moldovan, drive to Switzerland and then to Germany. We arrived at 3am, then I had to rush to a train in the morning and go all the way to the north to Teenstreet. This camp was insanely awesome, with like 3000 teenagers from all over Europe. This included about 1% of the population of the Faroe Islands, a ton of Dutch kids, Egyptians, and various others. I worked the sports section during the day, with a lot of beach volleyball, some dodgeball, rock climbing, and various other things.

Teenstreet was crazy intense, and amazing to see people from such different background together. I made friends with lots of people on my team from Germany, Brazil, Faroe Islands, Switzerland (the French speaking part), etc. I was lucky when it came time to leave, there was a lot of confusion, and my plan was to go to Spain. So one of my new friends offered for me to stay at his house outside of Hamburg after taking like 3 trains to get there with some other Germans and Swiss. Crazy adventure, and I actually got to see a bit of Germany. I then flew out of Hamburg the next morning, after having to buy another ticket within like 3 minutes of the train boarding because of some stupidness with the ticket booking online. But I made it, and Nacho picked me up at the airport in Madrid.

Since then I´ve been seeing old friends, experiencing real Spain and amazing Spanish food, and trying to speak Spanish. It´s been hard but I´m getting better- I think if I spent a few months here I could get close to fluent with a bit of work. Right now I´m at Jorge´s- his brother is just like him (like scary similar, but we´re both bad at each other´s language so it´s a good communication mix). It´s been really interesting to see all my friends like where they´re actually from, and seeing the Miñambres house was awesome, even though Luis wasn´t there (come on). It´s kinda weird when my Spanish friends are from a bunch of different groups or years, and so they don´t know each other and it´s more difficult getting together. Everything is just a giant adventure. I´ve really been living not knowing what the next step or location is til like the last minute. It´s difficult but kind of exciting, and I´m just trusting that it all works out. So far it´s been amazing and awesome, but still working out difficulties with money situations, getting back to the states for a visa and so on. Keep praying it all works out.