Day 1,2,3,4, etc...

Ah…where to begin? The nuns of mother teresa’s order, the club, the luxurious Canary Islands, the paella, the language…
I’ve never done a blog before, so this is a totally fresh experience. I think if you were to look at my profile, you'd find that I'm an accountant in Afghanistan (help?) It’s challenging, you know, to know what to write that people will care about whatsoever. I guess in the U.S. people expect Europe to be this constantly exciting place, full of smart cars, local corner restaurants with scenic views, and night life that never ends. Well, I’ve found all of these and they’ve been great. However, I still don’t feel like I’ve found “it” yet, and I’m excited to do so. I went to a soup kitchen yesterday afternoon with a couple of guys (It’s run by the monks of mother teresa’s order!). It was your typical deal—about 100 people come in, say a prayer, eat, and leave. I was struck by the abundance of this place, however. To start with, people were given a bowl of soup, 2 plums, 2 small cartons of yogurt, bread, a hard-boiled egg, Sprite, and water. Maybe I shouldn’t have put “Sprite” right next to “hard boiled egg”…that sounds kinda gross. Anyway, after that, the thirty or so volunteers walked around with pots of extra soup, serving people until everyone was full. Scenes like this make me appreciate (and want to stay connected to) the Christian Church. These people come in every day around 5:00 and receive the same treatment. Every day at 5 o’clock in Madrid, if you are hungry, you can be fed.