This weekend I stayed in Quintanar and had a very calm, rather boring weekend. However I got my first paycheck, which is always exciting. And today I got my health care card, so I officially have health care. Woo-hoo!
Yesterday I went to the Evangelical church I heard about. It was different from what I’m used to because there were only 12 of us. But I loved it. It was simple and very personal. It's kinda what I imagine the early churches were like. I got to meet everyone and they were all like “we were looking for you last weekend” but I explained that I was travelling. But everyone was just so kind and welcoming, it was fantastic. I think they liked me because they already were trying to set me up with the one guy’s sons. And Felipe’s mom said she’s going to invite me to play Rummicube with her and her friends sometime. And the pastor would randomly use me for examples in the sermon (we were looking at James 2 and talking about not showing favoritism, so he would said about not treating an American different from a Moroccan and stuff like that). So yeah, I think I’ll go back :)
Afterwards, Eddie and I went to the bar to watch the Madrid derby. This was a big deal for us because I’m a Real Madrid fan while he’s an Atleti Madrid fan and they were playing each other… Therefore when it comes to fútbol, there's quite the clash (we like opposite teams and Esther hates the sport haha). Lucky for me, my team ended up winning 2-0. Yay :) But it was expected... We ran into Isabel (Manuel’s oldest daughter) and her friend Alba. Both girls are fantastic. Alba is this energetic, always happy 17 or 18 year old that’s probably friends with everyone.
Today was back to school and it was a good day. The kids were crazy in the cafeteria after school. More so than usual. I think it’s the weather (storms are apparently coming). But there’s this one 4 year old boy that’s normally pretty wild and has a guy that works with him to give him the one-on-one that he needs, but Javier just got a job at another school this week. But this kid was crying and having a fit about something and they couldn’t get him to staying sitting. So as I was walking by I put my stuff down, put him in the chair, sat next to him and started rubbing his back and then he was fine. But this kid makes me sad. I don’t think he comes from a very good family where he gets the attention he really needs or something. He's got behavioral problems and his younger sister is 3 and she has yet to start talking. I don’t know. He particularly broke my heart today.
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