The familia

Sooo....where do i start? Suzanne and i(Rachel) (AH!!!!I hate these keyboards so bad!) are staying with pretty much the nicest family ever. The padre (that´s what i call the dad) works in Málaga, which is only about a 10 min. drive from where we are. He cuts hair, and Rachel Ashcraft told me he´s one of the best and most well know hair cutter in the area. His name is Migel Angel (which is basicly like Micheal Angelo in english) and he has two daughters. Their names are Malisa(15) and Paula(12). Their mom died last year of cancer. :( Our house is about a 7 min. walk from the church, and as cliché as this sounds it´s up hill both ways. The house is on the top of a hill so coming from the church we have to climb 81 steps to get home, but going to the church we have to climb up another hill. Sigh....strong legs, baby. Speaking of the church, it´s amazing. It´s really big, but still unfinished. The church has a lot of outreach opportunities that they´ve started with their facilities. They have an excersize room downstairs that people can pay to use. They also offer music classes and english classes. On Sunday mornings the Sunday School starts at 11 o´clock and the service starts at 12. The worship style is pretty much all contempory choruses and worship songs. My family is in charge of the worship and they are really into "Hillsong" so they like to sing their songs for worship....in spanish of course. Juan Carlos, the pastor does a really good job of preaching. I know this because the kind-hearted A.J. Day translates the sermon for us. Good man. One Sunday we had a typical meal of Piaia after church, which is mostly rice with some other little stuff thrown in there. It was good. We´re supposed to have it again next Sunday to celebrate with a group of people who are coming to work on finishing the cafeteria area.

Well, today for work we cleaned out the really discusting kitchen. It was so greasy! Nasty! And i´m not exagerating, you can ask anybody in the group and they´ll tell you how vomitrosious it was. Working around the church has been really satisfying because we can see a big difference when we´re done. That´s always encouraging. We normaly cut and trim a ton of trees around the church grounds, but our pile of tree branches was so big that the police came and said we couldn´t cut anymore until the city came and took it away.

Funny story time with Rachel! So, the first night that we arrived at our host home, i went to the bathroom and could not figure out for soooooo long how to flush it because there was no flushy thing on the side like NORMAL toilets. There was this little blue doohicky on the wall beside the toilet so i desided to try pushing that. I quickly discovered it wasn´t the flusher. It sprayed a nice aroma into the air, though. I figured out that you have to pull very hard on this little nobby-like thing that´s on the top. Crazy spanish toilets.