So I was talking about Saturday, November 3, 2007, waking up late and having a meal brought to our door. We watched some TV after that, took naps, got ready and went down to get Victor. Emilio always wants to take us on walks and everyone always wants to go but not after you don´t sleep all night long. Apparently when we went down to get Victor, we realized that he had been waiting for us for an hour, but we thought he had already left, and I felt really bad. So when Victor was ready we left and walked around, Deanna bought some postcards, then we went to a tetería, an arabic tea house. We had juices and milkshakes, we didn´t feel like tea, and a honey and cheese crepe. Then we walked down a street with more Moraccan shops while Deanna searched for the elements to complete her room decorations. We wandered by Soufian´s shop once more to say goodbye and then towards a Moroccan tapas place that Deanna wanted to go to. We got some tapas and ordered some food, all of which was delicious. We were all exhausted so after a large yummy meal, we wandered home, watched TV and went to bed.
Sunday morning we had to get up really early because Deanna´s bus left at 7. Thankfully Victor was kind enough to take her in his car and everything went smoothly. It was an amazing time with Deanna, so good to be with someone who really knows you. I´m so thankful for the friend I´ve never had to say goodby to. mua mua!
On our way back from the bus station we stopped by Victor´s (parent´s) house in Los Ojígares, a pueblo outside of Granada so he could pick up his winter clothes, came back and went back to bed. Later I got up and got ready for church, went down and somehow convinced Victor to go with me. We got there late, so we had to sit in this overflow area and couldn´t see anything. I was in a really bad mood by then and wanted to leave but I waited till the end. I don´t know about that chruch. I just don´t really like it. Its so difficult over here because... I don´t know why,,, So anyway we left and went home to eat paella with Victor´s parents and Nacho and Alicia and kids. I was still in a bad mood, and I felt even worse when Victor´s mom asked me about something I had said earlier about just being good isn´t enough to get you to heaven. The people at the table were shocked that I had said that to their dear mother and were instantly silent, and staring at me for a response. I don´t know what I said, but next thing I knew, we were talking about something else, and I was glad. I´m a bad person and sometimes very confused. Lately it seems that God makes it very difficult to understand/believe Christianty, and 1 zillion more times difficult to explain/have others believe.
Anyway, afterwards we watched some TV, played with Nachete, and then Victor went to hang out with a friend, and I started cleaning the appartment. I figured I would rather clean not on my day off, so I got about half done until Victor and Nachete came upstairs to get me. We loaded up the car, and went over to Nacho and Alicia´s and hung out and they convinced us to stay for dinner. Nacho is an excellent and very creative cook, who´s motto is, (that we created the summer I stayed with them, "Intimidad para crear" or "Privacy to create." So this evening I was allowed to be the official helper´s helper. Nacho the head chef, Nachete the helper and me the helper´s helper. So I ended up watching, trying to keep Nachete from making a huge mess, holding the baby, setting the table and cleaning. Anyway, then after dinner and a delightful evening, Victor took me home and then went to Malaga.
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