I´m in Madrid, Spain. We´ve been here since yesterday morning.
The streets are small. Half of them are brick. There are pubs everywhere and little restaurants selling chocolate con cherros. I ate those this morning. They are basically fried sticks of dough that you dip into a cup of intense, thick chocolate. Apparently real men drink the rest when the cherros are thru. If that´s the true mark of a real man, I am one.
We spent the day yesterday running around the city, searching out the best foods and museums. We went to the Picasso museum and the ¨Museo de Jamon¨(Museum of Ham). Both were pretty great.
In a few hours we´ll be on another 10 hour flight to Bogota before taking our final flight to Costa Rica. It´s quite the few days of travel.
My heart is conflicted with the leaving of Africa and entering of Central America. I´ve asked the Lord to break my heart for Costa Rica. My team and I are expecting great things.
Please pray for us; that we completely spend ourselves these last three months. For many of us, it´s a temptation to check out.
p.s. Krystle and Meg say hello. Krystle says, ¨We are going to eat… wait, what´s it called? Wait, don´t put that. You´re a dork.¨
