Noche Buena, Feliz Navidad, and Noche Viejo

Well, Adam and I have almost made it through this year's holiday season. There were hard times, but overall, the Lord has provided dear friends here to visit with and enjoy their company. We were able to Skype with our families on Christmas Day, see my niece open her Christmas presents, and received both the packages our families sent in the mail to us! We realized this was the first Christmas where we were not involved in our family traditions. Usually, the Saturday (or two) before Christmas, the Yarbrough side (Adam's mom's side) has heavy appetizers, spends time together, and lastly, the main tradition, sing "Twelve Days of Christmas" with each person singing a different day. No one wants to get Partridge in a Pear Tree. My family has mixed up the traditions lately with spouses coming into the mixture, but lately, we've stayed with my family on Christmas Eve, opened presents together Christmas morning, enjoyed a big brunch, and just chilled the rest of the day. My mom's tradition is always to stay up super late (i.e. 3-4am) wrapping presents; however, we still seem to get things in garbage bags occasionally despite her staying up late :)

So with all those familiar things far away this year, we looked to doing things to be different. Both Adam and I commented that we tried to think of it as a "normal" day. While we were not trying to forget the meaning of this day and why we celebrate on Christmas, it was a way to cope without family. So...our agenda this year consisted of a candlelight Christmas Eve with the pastor's, of our church in Alcala, family (the Brown's) and his 3 daughters. We had tapas (a lot of seafood items - I munched on veggies and Hidden Valley Ranch dip - non-existent here in Spain and in both of the parent boxes!), sang Christmas carols, and just chatted. Adam and I opened our gifts (practical yet good) together on Christmas morning then baked homemade Oreos (Mamaw P's secret recipe) and delivered them to our neighbors. We were able to chat briefly with two of the families we delivered to - Blas & Asun and Eva, Adrian, & Lady. Blas and Asun have a "lively" chihuahua named Toolie (not sure if the spelling is right but that is the way it is pronounced). More seriously, Blas has been in and out of the hospital with hip surgery, an infection, and a dislocation of the same hip. He was in bed that afternoon when we delivered but I was so glad to be able to visit with them, even if I only understood half of what was said and we talked about general things. We ended Christmas day back at the Brown's enjoying a Christmas ham, potatoes, and pumpkin pie, and had our church service in the evening where played Maria and Jose (Mary and Joseph). Adam and I had about 10 minutes to memorize parts in Spanish in which we were going around to various people in the congregation and asking for a place to stay ("teneis un sitio para nosotros?"). We had a great Christmas Day of different, but good things.

While we celebrated in a quasi-American, quasi-Spanish way this Christmas, Spaniards celebrate slightly different than in the US. "El noche buena" (Christmas Eve) is the biggest day for family celebrations for Spaniards (not 12/25). Families usually go to the town of their parent's house, attend a midnight mass, and fix a big meal after mass and usually stay up visiting until early in the morning (i.e. 4-7am). Christmas Day is then spent sleeping in and recuperating from Noche Buena. Even Christmas Day, very few gifts are opened, maybe one or two, while the big gift giving day is El Dia de los Reyes (January 6th), yet to come. The next upcoming "festivo" is "Noche Viejo" (literally translated - Old Night) or New Year's Eve. Here a big race is organized in Madrid (the San Silvestre, which we will be taking part in) and later at midnight Spaniards pop 12 grapes in their mouth, one for every ding of the clock at midnight. This sounds like an easy task but many have mentioned it is quite difficult to do. Grocery stores even sell cans with 12 grapes in them especially for the occasion.

It has been interesting learning other culture's traditions especially their holiday traditions. While I missed my family greatly this year, I am thankful to have been here and experienced a Spanish "navidad". It is memory I will never forget.

Finals and Christmas

Today marked the last full week of class before Christmas break. Being in Spain @ ECA is my first real "school environment" I have actually been in since college. I have always envied Adam and his two weeks of break while I drove to work every day to bring home the bacon :) So, now I have the privilege to experience the academic breaks so longed by all the business world.

This week wraps up my semester long class of Practical Math. We studied salaries, taxes, loans, budgets, credit cards, insurance, investments, resumes, and wrapping it up with interviewing skills. My five students have been patient with my "first year teaching" woes and probably laugh at me constantly behind my back (even though I try to face them most of the time). It's ok though...I'm preparing "revenge"...jk. But no really, I have to make the final exam, and I do feel a little evil. I guess this is how all my teachers felt when writing the final exam. Mwah hah hah...100 multiple choice...take that!

There is something rewarding about writing exams though. Even though many individuals will argue that they are not the best way to measure intelligence, I do feel they do a good job of evaluating my teaching ability and the student's comprehension. I really get sad when a student misses a question that we've gone over many times, and it reminds me of those days when I hated walking into a room and taking a test. One of my greatest college memories happened during my Accounting 101 final. Now you must know some background about this class...it was taught by my favorite professor of all time - CJ Skender. It was a class of 400 at 8 am every M, W, F. And to top it all off, our exams started at 7:00am so we could have 2 full hours to take our exams. It was nerving and crazy, so imagine how a 100 multiple choice final exam made you feel at 7:00am. It was my last exam before going home to Christmas break, my stomach was a wreck...I was so nervous. I really wanted to do well on this exam. I entered the 400 seat auditorium promptly at 6:50am to review a few more things before taking it. Upon opening the doors, the Carpenter's, "Merry Christmas Darling" blasting, and I start laughing. My mom sings this song loudly every time it's on the radio at Christmas time. She's even called and left a voice message of the song. Upon hearing that, my nervousness went away and I silently thanked CJ with all my heart for making me feel less nervous. I ended up with an A- on the exam - thanks to the Carpenters and a great professor.

While I'm no where near the teacher CJ was, maybe next Tuesday will be a good day to pull out some Christmas music before the exam...

Thank You Spanish Constitution Day!

Today and tomorrow we have off school due to Spain's Constitution Day. This day began in the late 1970s after Spain's dictator, Franco, died and more freedom entered into the Spanish culture. Franco was a very oppressive leader and held tightly to the Catholic church, even requiring individuals to join the church to own property, vote, etc. After his death, many Spaniards ran quickly away from religion due to its association with "oppression". Today, you can see the effects of this in Spain, as modesty, morals, and outlooks on life are deeply centered in "do what makes you happy"/ self-satisfaction. While people are seeking to satisfy their desires and what makes them happy, they are still searching to replace a void that can only be filled spiritually by the God that created them.

Adam and I are seeing this so much here in Spain. Individuals do not feel as if they "need" God as they are good people. It's easy to get caught up in this mindset, especially in developed countries. We see so much of what our hands produce that we lose sight of the God behind it all. But we can not forget the hand behind all the blessings. Without God, none of these things would be possible.

Lately, I have been involved with conversations with our neighbor who is Jehovah Witness. He has asked me point blank what I believe. My stomach drops every time he asks me, not because I don't want to give an answer but because all of this conversation is in Spanish. You take for granted the ability to share you faith in your native language. You have phrases and concepts that are known and easy to communicate. This is completely different in another language. So each time, I silently pray for the Lord's words (in Spanish) :)

I am learning that to be prepared you must study. So that's what I must do - not to debate but to clearly provide an answer and share the Gospel in whatever way the Lord provides.

Thanksgiving with a Portugal Twist

Adam and I spent last week (Monday - Friday) at the ABWE Western European conference(well, really, the Iberian Peninsula plus 1 MK from Italy) in Alaferia, Portugal. It was a long 8 hour drive from Madrid to our hotel. I'm just not good with car rides longer than 4 hours. Upon arriving, we checked in to the hotel, which was very nice. Our mission got a fantastic rate and the apartments were recently built and only 2 years old, so the rooms were nice, clean, and modern.

We arrived late Monday, hit up the Portuguese grocery store, Continente, grabbed some Pizza Hut pizza (Stuffed Crust!!!), played some Five Crowns, and then hit the sack. Each morning, beginning Tuesday, we would gather as a group (there was about 50 of us) and worship and then receive a bible study from Pastor Green, a friend of a Portugal missionary, Evandro. Mr. Green brought wonderful messages each day we were there. After our meetings in the mornings, we had the afternoon and evenings free. Adam and I would either go to the beach to read, swim in the indoor pool, or just relax. On Wednesday, we went to an open air market (a ferria for Spaniards) and I got a scarf for 5 euros. We also purchased a fried doughnut for a euro dipped in cinnamon and sugar - mmmmmm. Fattening but mmmmmm. On Thursday, after our meeting, we went to a Portguese restaurant and had an American/Portugues thanksgiving meal. We had a carrot/potatoe soup (Portuguese dish), bread, turkey with gravy, mashed potatoes (unfortunately they were instant. sadness.), and carrots (more sadness - I would have preferred cranberry sauce. My sister and I are the only loves of jellied cranberry sauce in our family. But man we can eat a full can when it's served.). We were hoping for a chocolate dessert of some kind but we had fruit cocktail. Europeans love their fruit for dessert. They have sweets here but not near the intensity of American desserts. But it was a great meal and I got turkey!

Adam and I also got to do some runs of the beach. Well...run to the beach, jog on the short shoreline, and jog back to the room. Beach runs in Portugal are primarily rocky. Beaches are below steep cliffs and not so many shells line the beaches like the East Coast. But still very beautiful. Regardless of what type of beach you are on, an ocean sunrise or sunset is magnificant.

I was glad we are "away" for Thanksgiving. It was a good distraction for spending our first Thanksgiving away from our families. Still, it was very hard. I realized that all my life I have always been around my family for every holiday, and my family loves holidays. We celebrate every birthday (from uncle to cousin to niece/nephew) and Mom always has a present of some sort on the major holidays. So, for me to be away from family on a major holiday, presents an emptiness I'm not used to.

But despite my distance from my family, I was very thankful for all the blessings the Lord has given me this year. First, I was very thankful for our little family - Adam, me, and Carson. Until we have kids, maybe, one day, Carson is my little baby. And even though he pees on our new rug every day and we want to beat him, I still love him. I know kid love will be different but doggy love right now is good.  Second, I'm thankful for this opportunity to serve the Lord in Spain. I have to keep that as my focus. Third, Í'm thankful for all the blessings we have (house, food, clothing, etc.). We are so blessed. Last, but not least, so thankful for all those that pray and support us while we are here in Spain. You are the fuel behind us being here and enable us to minister every day. Thank you So very much!

Chick-fil-a

When living in a different country, you do grow a certain appreciation for "American" things. One in particular is the food. Restaurants like Panera Bread, Jason's Deli, and especially Chick-fil-a are non-existent, so in the midst of your cravings, you search for comparable alternatives. And in steps Pinterest... The wonderful Miss Carlson at ECA introduced me to this unbelievable website. You pin different things to online "bulletin boards" from Pinterest members. And thanks to Pinterest I was able to locate a recipe of how to recreate Chick-fil-a nuggets. And man, they were good :) We had friends over and made the nuggets and homemade fries. It was a great evening!

I'm really liking Pinterest. I found another recipe to make Caramel Apple Cheesecake bars and tried them out on Thursday. They were really good too - but what you can you do wrong when you are mixing sugar, butter, and cream cheese :)

And here's the recipe for the chicken nuggets:

2 boneless chicken breasts
1 cup milk
1 egg
1 1/4 c. Flour
2 Tbsp powdered sugar
2 tsp salt
1 tsp pepper
Oil (peanut is recommended but you can use canola)

Mix milk and egg and whisk together. Chop chicken into bite size pieces. Put in milk/egg mixture. Put in refrigerator and marinate for 2-4 hours. Prepare dry mixture of flour, powdered sugar, salt, and pepper in a bowl. Coat each chicken piece with the mixture completely. Place 6-8 nugget at a time into 2 inches of oil on medium-high heat and cook until golden brown on each side.

Enjoy!

Turkey Bowl & Spanish Ghost Towns

This week had its highs and lows. As it inches closer to Thanksgiving, I get more saddened of the thought that my Mamaw Pressley's macaroni & cheese, mashed potatoes, smoked turkey, and cranberry sauce (without the berries of course) will have a portion less for me and Adam. I know it's just a silly tradition but one that I've known for 26 years.

But this week also had its highs. I had kabobs (a gyro like sandwich), played Dutch Blitz, and got to play two-hand touch football against the High School PE class yesterday as a part of the "Turkey Bowl". Also, it is possible that I may be summoned to teach another class at ECA - Accounting :) :). I will not hide my excitement in potentially teaching this. Although the students made me sad, when signing up for 2nd semester classes, a lot said, "What is accounting? Oh...I'd never take that class" They have no idea....my nerdy little personality blossomed in 10th grade when I took "Computerized Accounting" with Miss Boyer. We learned the basics about accounting (balance sheets, assets, liabilities, etc.) and I knew that was what I wanted to spend my life doing. So somehow the Lord has allowed me to come full circle - back to the classroom - to offer students the ability to decide if accounting is their passion. Maybe not. But just the possibility makes me smile.

Also last night, I realized how risk-adverse a person I really am. Encouraged by another teacher at ECA (Mr. H) we went last night to see a Spanish ghost town. Now, maybe my days of Tweetsie Railroad and the ghost town sets there had alter my view of ghost towns. Or movies I've watched where there is a main street and main town buildings line the sides, but this was something completely more scary.

We drove about 30 minutes away to a place called Villaflores near Guadalajara. I immediately wanted to stay in the car when we drove to the "road" that led to this place and there was chain linked fence blocking people from entering and a sign (in Spanish of course) that read "Watch for Falling Objects - Do Not Enter". I've never crossed a fence with a sign like that before. Obviously they wouldn't have written the sign if that fact wasn't true and they didn't want people up there. So that was time #1 when I was like, "Well, we should turn back". But no - Mr. H and Adam (and the manly adventure spirit) desired to go further. "We have to see it" - they said. "Think of the stories we'll have". None of these statements encouraged me to go further, but I was for sure not sitting in the car beside a spooky house, so onward I went.

Climbing up the hill, we arrive at the beginning of the town and a giant town hall/marketplace. Now keep in mind, this place has been abandoned for over 30-50 years. Everything is boarded up, slightly decayed, and it's at night. Nighttime. I don't go to scary places at nighttime. So we proceed to go inside every one of these abandoned buildings of Villaflores. I had never been so freaked out - knowing we were go to come face to face to a person who chose to sleep here or animals or other things. The only slightly comforting thing was that it was graffitied intensely. This was not comforting however, because what if others were up here continuing their art when we were there...sigh. But I continued partly out of not wanting to wait anywhere by myself and partly because I had no choice.

We toured the whole ghost town - town hall (which had two areas for cattle/livestock, a courtyard, and was humongous), a church (which still had the marble floor in it), houses (one main house and 5 other duplex homes), a giant silo type building that was the weirdest thing I've ever seen (it was stone and brick with a huge dome on the top that looked like a planetarium) - there are no silos that fancy back on farms in NC, a barn that contained tons of 500 lb. clay pots (this was creepy too - It was like a basement that housed these jugs - we had no idea what that was), and finally a barn. All the while wondering what this place was originally built for and why was it now abandoned.

We spent an hour and a half (the longest hour and a half of my life) touring this place in the dark. And thankfully we did not see any other individuals and only one creepy graffiti of a giant head with glow in the dark eyes (I refused to look at it - it was indeed creepy).

The boys probably hated my being there. I was constantly saying "I don't know..." or "Be careful" "Can we go now?" But I am not a risky person. While it was an odd and interesting thing to see, I would have been fine looking at pictures on the internet.

So that was the way I ended my week here in Spain! Freaked out in a ghost town. What other adventures will I experience here?

The Rain in Spain

This week we have had rain every day. There is one thing about the "Rain in Spain" that you should know, however. Rain in Spain is more equal to an NC misty rain or light rain; however, Spaniards react to it about the equivalency of how North Carolinians react to snow/flurries. Driving on the autopistas slows down significantly and everyone is very cautious. 

The rain has caused the temperature to be much cooler and families haven't been as out and about this week as they have in the past. I wasn't able to run but once this week and not with my Monday running partner, Sarah D. :) Adam and I are gearing up for a 10k here in Spain that is very famous. The race is the San Sillvestre in Madrid. This race takes place on New Year's Eve in evening and the course takes you by famous spots in Madrid. Approximately 30,000 - 40,000 people run the race (so good thing I've run the Cooper Bridge Run right?) but there are also several thousands that "tag along" and run among the racers. We are excited about being able to do our first race oversees. 

I often overlook with our busy schedule the beauty of Spain. The route Adam and I normally run near our piso is on an old highway and runs toward Camarma, the next town over where the school is. When we run that, I often try to distract myself with the surroundings. In our "backyard", there are plateau mountains (on top of one plateau there is actually a town - Adam really wants to hike up there one day) that make a beautiful backdrop. Now, don't get me wrong - I'm from the country back in NC and the Appalachian Mountains are gorgeous as well as the Smoky Mountains, but there is something beautiful about Spain's plateau mountains where we are. 

So, even though we have had rain most every day this week, we did have a big bright spot in it. A Spanish family in our building invited us over for dinner. This is very big for Spaniards, as they only invite over guests that they are very familiar with. We will be having dinner with them next Saturday evening. Pray for us as we prepare to, even in our choppy Spanish, try to be a face of the Gospel with them. With Spaniards, it usually takes many conversations about the weather, neighborhood, politics, etc. to get to spiritual topics. We just thank the Lord for this opportunity and pray we can use it to his glory. 

Well - off to fold laundry! Happy Saturday! :)

Happy Halloween!

I was happy to hear that Spaniards celebrate Halloween. Not because I love Halloween but because it was a day that in my childhood I would plan my costume months before. My mom made most of our costumes the years I wasn't going to be a "Autumn fairy" or "Snowflake", using my ballet costume to go trick or treating in. One of my all-time favorite costumes was when I was Beauty. For my birthday that year I had a Beauty and the beast party and mom made me a Beauty dress (the yellow one). I loved it :)

Even this year I was able to "dress up" for Halloween. Every year ECA has a StaffCo hunt where the student council and members of the staff dress up and walk around a mall hoping not to be identified by the groups of students hunting for us. You could walk around the mall, shop (but only 6 ft inside the store) or sit and read.

I felt like I was Jason Bourne trying to act normal but very aware that people were seeking me out. I also went blonde for the event. I've always wondered what I would look like as a blonde and I decided to just go platinum (thanks to my local Asia Store - the equivalent of Dollar Trees in Spain).

There were 13 total "hiders" and one group of students found us all. It was a fun, an interesting night. One that mall security wasn't thrilled about and constantly circled ("inconspicuously" of course) around our group at the end of the hunt.

We had a good time and no one was confiscated by mall cops (there was a close encounter but the individual was spared).

Happy Trick-or-Treating!

Canned Pumpkin - The Little Joys in Spain

This week we were blessed to have a half day on Friday, marking the end of the first quarter of school. I finished the quarter talking about credit cards and calculating finance charges on unpaid balances with my Practical Math class. After they painstakingly calculated the average daily balance for problems in class, one girl said, "Do you have to do this for debit cards too?" Nope, I told her. To which she replied, "I think I'm going to go with that option." 


I really enjoy teaching that class. So far we've talked about salaries, taxes, budgets, and now credit cards. It's rewarding to see the kids learn about these topics and starting deciding I'm going to do this...or I don't like this. For the class, they have to make a portfolio, which will include a budget, tax return, and resume on a career that they want to pursue after graduation. It has been great to watch as they seriously consider their calling and applying principals to be wise with their money. 


Last night, we attended ECA's Fall Festival. We've helped with our church's Fall Festival for the last several years, so we were excited to be a part of a Fall Festival with a Spanish twist :) We had the huge privilege (and jealousy of many others) to be the Dessert Contest judges. We judged between 8 different desserts from Pecan Pie to Caramel Corn, and finally on the winner, Chocolate Peanut Butter Fudge. We wrapped up the night trying to explain the game of Corn Hole to Spaniards in Spanish (very difficult), line dancing the Electric Slide to a non-"Electric Slide" song, and eating delicious chili and cornbread with friends. We had a great time and best of all, I purchased two cans of Libby's Canned Pumpkin. Why was I so excited you may ask? Because canned pumpkin (like pepperoni, crescent rolls, and good quality cake mixes) is non-existent in Spain. And how best to celebrate fall than with Pumpkin Cheesecake muffins or Pumpkin Roll. Mmmmmm....so excited to use my canned pumpkin :)


Lastly, I praise the Lord for a wonderful start to a Sunday. We listened to JD Greear's recent sermon from the Summit Church on "I Don't Belong Here" 1 Peter 1:1-10. Just what I needed to hear after finishing this week. I hope you are challenged today in your faith. Peter says in 1 Peter that we are strangers, aliens, in this world. We don't belong. We don't fit in by reacting differently to struggles and trials in our lives compared to the world. As Christians, we have a hope that while we may struggle, and have suffering, we look to the resurrection of Christ and the hope of everlasting life and know that this short time here on earth will be worth it when we see Christ in eternity. 

Ushering into the World of Blog

So this is my first official "blog". I know, I know...I am so not with the times of the blog world, but with Facebook, Twitter, Skype, FaceTime, etc., you get a little overloaded and I feel like you start duplicating between all these means of communication because I know my life is not "that" exciting for me to uniquely maintain all of these. 


Nonetheless, I am going to attempt at blogging. I, personally, am inspired by a fellow teacher here at ECA, Miss Shar Carlson, because every time I read her's, I laugh out loud hysterically at how she captures her day at ECA so perfectly. 


So - next Wednesday marks 3 months we've been in Spain. Part of it feels like it's flown and part of it feels like I'm not moving at all. We are definitely busy with ministry. Our days begin at 6:15 (M & W) and 6:30 (T, R, & F) in which we rush, get ready, eat breakfast, feed dog, walk dog (Adam - not me :), I have "weekend duty"), get our things together, and then bolt down two flights of stairs to meet Cami who is our gracious ride to school every day. That puts us at getting at school (now when it's sooo dark outside, and depressing) at 7:15 (M/W) and 7:30 (T,R,F). School commences at 9:10 and from there it's a whirlwind of 5 classes of 50 minutes, a 40 minute lunch, and 2 more 50 minute classes. While Adam is teaching most days from 9:10-1:40, I am holding down the finance office fort, making change, collecting tuition, paying bills, and balancing the books. After lunch, I teach the Practical Math class until 3pm and then school ends at 4pm. We usually depart at 5:30-5:45 most days, hopefully getting back to the piso in time before Carson's bladder explodes on our hardwoods. 


Our weeks are busy and go by rather quickly, and we look forward to the weekends greatly :) We are excited each Sunday to go to Centro Evangelico, the church plant we are helping with. It has been established for sometime and currently has 3 other missionary families working in it as well. We range between 10-25 people a Sunday, but have not seen the same mix of people since we started helping 3 months ago. We have also already seen one lady, Gloria, accept Christ! Keep praying for her! 


So when there is time to sit and rest, we stand amazed at the opportunity and privilege to be here in Spain. There are days, especially the last week or so, when I long to see family and old friends. And while I yearn to be back in "comfort", I look around and am reminded at how lost this world actually is, and it takes people getting out of their comfort zones to share the Gospel and spread the name of Jesus. We should never take this privilege/call lightly.