A crazy afternoon

I usually find time to update my blog during siesta... around 2-4pm. So you haven't quite heard all of yesterday's story:

Our bus trip was an adventure in itself. We left our house with plenty of time to get to where we were meeting the bus... if of course we knew where it was and didn't get lost. So in the process of meeting up with other girls and some guys in our group, we were running late. Moral of this story: don't follow girls that don't know where they're going, and don't follow guys that say that they do. Anyways, we turned the corner and saw our bus tour drive off and leave without us! A panicked phone call later, we hop on the metro to meet the others at the tour's first stop. From there on it was smooth sailing. We saw that Madrid has tons of beautiful architecture and many more sights to see. I hope we have a chance to experience them all.

From there we attended a Baptist church service near Atocha, the train station turned tropical garden that was bombed by the ETA terrorists. The preacher spoke ridiculously fast even though he said he would try to slow down for the "americanos". The people were really nice and some of the youth joined us for dinner later. A group of us are planning on attending the youth group prayer meeting tomorrow and interacting with real Spaniards.

We then went to eat in the cuevas underneath the Plaza Mayor. There are many restaurants under the Plaza that specialize in a certain "plato tipico" of Spain. We had the best tortilla de patata ever! We had our own private room in the back and squeezed around in a circle to eat this delicious meal. It's all family style and you just eat off the same plate as the people around you. We also tried chorizo (yummy) and green peppers with salt which were both good.

Headed back home, some of the girls decided to get gelato. I had coffee flavored which was delicious and helped me get a little coffee fix since I haven't had any in a few days. I'm starting to make more friends and really love the adventurous and sweet-spirits of the people on this trip. Continue to pray for me: that I will have more opportunities to meet the locals and won't feel tired all the time.

Steven, Ashley, Allison, me, Mary, Taylor

and JT outside of El Meson de la tortilla

where we ate dinner.

Kilometro Cero in La Puerta del Sol: the point where everything in Spain is measured from.