International
Last week, I was invited to an awesome Bible Study with some other women from around the city. A kind woman, Sandra from Mexico, offered to help me get there. She sent me the link to the correct train station and which stop to get off of. I was so happy for her help! The morning of the study, I went to the station at 8, bought my ticket, and walked to what I thought was the appropriate platform for the train. Something didn't feel right, so I attempted to ask one guy, in Spanish, for help, and he proceeded to say "I don't know anything, I need help!" in a British accent. I asked a Spanish-looking woman for help, and she mercifully answered in English, but her answer wasn't really too helpful. So I ran up to the area where I bought the ticket, flagged a train attendant, asked him where to go, and he pointed at a train that was just pulling into the station - I had to RUN across the station, down an escalator, but I thankfully got on the train!
I got to the station where Sandra had promised to meet me, but I didn't see her car. She had my cell phone number, but I didn't have hers, so I just waited. She calls: "Kate, I'm in front of the station, where are you?" "Sandra, I'm in front of the station too, where are you?" "Oh Kate, which station are you at?" "I'm at Las Rosas" "I'm at Pozuelo! You're at the wrong station! Hold on I'll call you back." Thankfully, the station she was at was only 2 stops down on the same line from where I was, so I was able to hop back on the train. I met her at the station and the rest of the day went MUCH smoother.
At the study were a lot of awesome women, mostly from the states, and we spent some time just talking and drinking coffee before sitting down to start the study. They began a new book the day I arrived, so my timing was perfect. I made some friends, and I'm looking forward to getting to spend some time with them in the coming weeks.
What made this day so international was that after the study, Sandra, from Mexico, invited anyone who wanted to go to lunch to go with her. I accepted, as well as a woman named Alexandria from Columbia, and we dropped off our American friend who had just moved from Germany 2 weeks ago, and we proceeded to go to an Asian restaurant. We ordered sushi (Japanese), pad thai (Thai), and cashew chicken (Chinese), and proceeded to speak in Spanish, English, and I taught them some Chinese words.
After lunch, we went to Sandra’s house for coffee and Belgian chocolates (her husband is from Belgium), and Alexandra drove me home. I finally returned from my 1 hour bible study at 5 pm that day, 9 hours after leaving the hotel that morning.
Pretty fabulous.
Lately, I’ve been wanting to just re-post several hilarious/interesting/thoughtful comments of others that have left a mark with me, but the problem is, I’m inundated with so much information each day, that once I think I want to post it, I file it back in the ‘ole memory to post later that day/week/whatever, and then get sucked in by the next blog. And the next one. And the next one. Then I go check Facebook. And then I remember that I still have to live real life. But I’m still not sure what that looks like for me here, yet.
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