Malaga

My kitchen

Living Room

My room!

I'm at camp! You probably could have figured that, though. I'm having a lot of fun. There's a lot to get used to, but it's good. Sue and Glenn are really nice and they have been very good to me. I am reminded constantly of Nebraska and the Matz's, making me miss them even more. It's so funny that these missionaries I have found in SPAIN know the families of my adoptive family in NEBRASKA! I just can't get over that.

My house and the view from my front window.

So today is Thursday and I got here on Sunday morning. Let me just give you a low down of what I have been up to since then. Sunday there was a group here that was just leaving after lunch. I help set up for lunch, ate, and had the rest of the day free to settle in to my little double wide. Monday there was a little British woman here named Rowina. She does some gardening for the camp. I hung out with her and did a lot of weeding and pruning. Perhaps I'll learn more about gardening this summer :)  Tuesday was a day of painting. I hung out with the guys all day, stripping the paint off the outside of the house and the office then repainting it.

Surprise Cake

Whipped cream and wine cake.

Tuesday afternoon I went to a little town about twenty minutes away with Sue and Cristina (the maintenance man's wife who is absolutely hilarious) to attend the birthday party of another missionary. She is German and apparently birthdays are a pretty big deal in Germany. She made 3 cakes. AND her husband special ordered her one as a surprise. Whew that was a lot of cake. One of the cakes she made was a mixture of whipped cream and wine and it was super interesting. Another was apple and walnut, which would have been AMAZING if it had just a bit more sugar in it, and the other was a sort of cheesecake but made with yogurt instead of cream cheese.

More faceta.

Faceta we painted

Wednesday we made a day trip to Malaga (since the camp is actually in a little pueblo called Antequera). They showed me around a bit, we got some churros, did some grocery shopping, and went to see the fourth Pirates movie. There was a theater that was showing it in English and 3D, so it was super nice to be able to understand everything and not have to turn and ask the person next to me to clarify. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I'm in Spain here because it's kind of like we are in our own little world here! That might change once camps start coming, though. Anyway, today I cleaned all the dorms and bathrooms because there is a camp coming tomorrow afternoon from Gibraltar. I'm excited.

Rebeka

I have a follower, many of you will be pleased to know. The maintenance man, Fernando, has a four year old daughter named Rebeka. For some odd reason she has fallen in love with me and refuses to leave my side. She doesn't even want to go to school in the morning. She just wants to help me work at the camp. It's funny because her dad has been working here for years and she never helps him. Hahaha!

The language is very different here. I can still understand the majority, but sometimes I get confused because they tend to just drop off the ends of words, especially when a word ends with a vowel and an s. Instead of "nos vamos a Malaga" they say "no vamo a Malaga." That's not terribly difficult to understand, but let me tell ya, it gets difficult at times, especially when they get talking really fast and there are more conversations going on. My brain just checks out.

The hat the guys gifted to me today to
 "protect me from going crazy in the hot sun".
They were really worried about me being out
there without a hat on...

This post is turning out to be insanely long There's just so much to tell you about my new place! The other girls arrive here on June 10th, so that will be super fun. My internet access is a bit limited here. My house is about a 3 minute walk from camp, so I don't have internet there. I have to bring my laptop down to use internet which is kind of a pain, but it's ok. I just don't have a ton of free time in the first place. I'm here to work, right? The biggest thing, though, is that I don't really know when I'm going to have internet access, so it's hard to plan Skype dates and such because I really have no control. I can honestly tell you that I have no clue what I'm doing tomorrow or any day for the rest of the summer for that matter. It's so nice and freeing, but puts a bit of a damper on knowing when I'll be free. Right now I generally have free time from 12:30-2:30pm your time, maybe a little later. That could all change when camps start coming, though. Actually I'm pretty sure it will. So if you want to chat, you'll just have to send me an email or leave your Skype up so I can chat you when I'm on! Ok? Ok. It will be great.

P.S. Sue is a great cook! Praise the Lord for good food!

Camp Info!

Ok, so praise God, I just got a handbook for summer staff from the people who run the camp. It gives me a WAY better idea of what my summer is going to look like and what I'm going to be doing. Makes me way less worried and nervous about what I have gotten myself into. I don't feel like I'm blindly going into the summer, which is a relief since I catch the bus to Malaga in 4 days! So, I will share a little bit of the information I have received with all of you :)

First, my address.

Glenn Ashcraft

Kimberly Zander

Finca Los Chorrillos

29312 Vva. del Rosario

(Malaga) SPAIN

I'm not really sure yet, but I think you have to put Glenn's name on it for purposes of the post office being able to find me. He's the guy who runs the camp, so no worries. I'm sure he's really nice. You can send packages or letters at any time because I will arrive there in four days and it will take around two weeks for anything you send to arrive at the camp.

Second, it looks like we will be doing a little bit of sightseeing while we are there, which I'm excited about. I haven't been to southern Spain yet, because I was hoping to get a chance to go a few places while in Malaga. Good news, I will! I'm sure it will include places like Granada, Cordoba, and Sevilla. And it will be great.

It also looks like there will be a bit of discipling going on during the summer. YES. I was sooo hoping for that. I want to be able to make connections with these people, grow so much deeper in my relationship with God, and be challenged in areas of service and humility. I guess you could say those are my goals for the summer then, huh? Feel free to ask me about them and hold me accountable on them throughout the summer!

The handbook also has an example of a typical schedule, waking up at 8am to get to work around 9:30am and ending with supper at 9pm (normal dinner time in Spain). After that we have free time, which I will most likely use for sleep :) I am hoping to maybe be able to jump in on some worship nights with the camps if there are any and it looks like I might have a bit of opportunity for that.

Lastly, what you all REALLY want to know... I booked my flight home today. Let me just say that this is subject to change and I haven't exactly talked with the camp about it yet, but they are pretty flexible. Right now it's looking like I will arrive in Chicago the night of Thursday, August 18th. A little earlier than I was thinking, but no big. The next available flight was August 25th, which is way too late for me. I want to be able to go to Battle Ready (the planning retreat for Navigators) which starts on August 24th. More than that, I want to have a bit of time at home to visit with all my dear friends before heading off to school!

Ok, ok. I'll stop talking now. Let me know if you have any questions!

Summer

Let me preface this post first with my emotions about what I am about to say. It is TOUGH for me. I really want to come home right now. As if I haven't already missed out on enough, this summer, I am going to be missing out on even more: weddings, graduation parties, a family reunion, a job, birthdays, road trips, spending my 21st birthday with my friends and family, reconnecting with everyone, and summer plans that many of us were looking forward to when I came home. It doesn't help either that everyone in my program is going home in a week and they all keep talking about how excited they are to go home and what their amazing plans are with their friends. I understand that I have consciously chosen to stay in Spain this summer, but it has it's ups and downs for me. Right now, I wouldn't like anything more than to be looking forward to flying back to the United States in a week. It's just not happening.
With that said I know that many of you miss me, but remember that I miss you just as much or even more. So, friends, please don't yell at me about how much you miss me and want me to come home because you want to show that you miss me and care about me. I know that about you. What I need right now is your support, because otherwise it is just that much harder for me. Thank you so much to those of you who have already given me your support.

So. Summer. My program here in Valladolid ends on Friday the 20th. Friday night I am flying to Latvia to visit a friend who lived next door to me last year. Another friend of mine who is here in Valladolid with me has family in Latvia that we are going to visit with. We will stay there for about a week and then I will come back to Spain. See below.

An opportunity has presented itself for me to work at a camp all summer in Malaga, Spain called Manantiales de la Vida (Springs of Life Camp). It is a Christian camp near the southern coast of Spain run through Avant Ministries. This camp is a bit different than what you may be thinking, knowing the typical American summer camp. It's more of a conference center. The camp is run by Glenn and Sue Ashcraft, who have been missionaries in Spain for the last 25 years. It is open for most, if not all of the year. What happens is different organizations sign up for certain time slots and have their conference or "camp" at Manantiales de la Vida. They bring all of their people, teachings, equipment, etc. So, I am not going to be a camp counselor.
I will be more of what we know as support staff, working in the kitchen from time to time, washing dishes, doing set up and tear down, cleaning bathrooms, fun things like that. It is a volunteer position, but they are able to cover my room and board, with it being a camp and everything. I will have internet access, so I will def still be able to keep in touch, and I'm pretty sure I am able to receive mail/packages. I think I have Saturdays off, so that might be the best day for me to do Skype dates and keep in touch. Let's see here... what else? There will be two other girls working there with the same position as me. They are both from Nebraska and I don't know their names or anything about them, but it will be fun. Otherwise, there is Glenn and Sue and I think two other Spanish families.
Right now I plan on coming home around the 20th of August, but that depends on a few things. I can let you know more once I book my flight.

If you want to look up the camp or Avant Ministries, here are the links:
Manantiales de la Vida / Springs of Life Camp

Avant Ministries

If you have any other questions, feel free to ask me.

Monografico

Hi everyone! I'm back from traveling through Italy and Greece and my do I have some great stories for you! BUT they will have to wait. We have a ten page paper (all in Spanish, worth two credits) due on Thursday night and I have about seven pages done right now. Then I have to put on the finishing touches and do all the extra stuff (bibliography, cover page, table of contents, etc), SO updates will have to wait.
Also, I will try to update you all on what my plans are for the summer and when I am coming back or if I will be staying in Spain.

Missing you all! Love to hear from you!

Bruselas + TACOS!

On Sunday afternoon I returned to Valladolid from Brussels, Belgium with about 15 pounds of chocolate. YUM! It was quite the adventure, let me tell you.
First, I forgot our airline tickets. Cool. Good thing we had a little bit of time before our flight! We took the taxi ride of our lives back to Valladolid to print our tickets off Sarah's USB and then back to the airport to run to our gate. Whew. Once we got to the Brussels airport, we realized the language barrier we were about to have because in Brussels they speak French and Dutch. Thankfully, many people also spoke English and we got directions to the bus that takes us from the airport to the city. We must have taken the wrong bus because it only took us to the Charleroi train station.
However, we met a really nice Italian man on our way who plays American football in his hometown and speaks English. His name is Fabio pahahahaha! So, we bought train tickets and got on the train with Fabio. Then our train broke down. We transferred to another train that was full, so we stood between the cars and prayed that we would know what stop we should get off at.

When we finally arrived at our stop, we were clueless as to where to go from there. Thankfully, we found a woman who spoke English and asked her for directions. She knew exactly how to get to our hotel, down to every last turn! We checked into our hotel around 9pm, making the trip about 9 hours total from Valla to Brussels. Whew.

We were pleasantly surprised to find a personal kitchen in our cheap hotel room, so we decided to make some macaroni and cheese that some lovely friends of mine from home sent me a few weeks ago :) Buenisimo! We decided to stay in that night because it was raining pretty hard and it was dark so we couldn't see anything anyway.

In the morning we got up early to make the most of our day. As we were walking down to Grand Place we decided to take a picture next to these statues. Then these guys in suits jumped in the picture. Oooookay. Hahahaha they were super nice and invited us to go out with them that night, but we were exhausted by the time we got back to our hotel so we didn't actually hang out with them at all.

We got to Grand Place and stopped some kids with some waffles to find out where they got them. Turned out they were doing some sort of school project where they had to trade hard boiled eggs for anything people were willing to give them. We gave them some American change and headed out to find some Belgian waffles.

We stopped at The Waffle Factory and met our new friend Oosed. Don't really know if that's how you spell it. Probably not. BUT he was super funny and gave us lots of recommendations of what to do and see in Brussels. We walked down to Mannekin Pis and then took the metro to the Atomium and toured that bad boy, buying lots of chocolate along the way, as well as some yummy Belgian "frites". We returned to our hotel exhausted and hungry, dropped off some shopping bags, and headed to "Volle-Gas" for some mussels and other Belgian delicacies. Oh, I almost forgot! We tried some escargots too! There was a street vendor right by Mannekin Pis that was selling them and we had to try them while we had the chance! They were authentic! Sarah and Alyssa both ended up spitting them out, but I ate a few. They were alright.

The next morning we traveled back to Valladolid and rested for a bit before we caught an autobus to Laguna (a pueblo) to make tacos at Rut's house (a girl from my Bible study). A bit exhausting after a weekend trip to another country, but muy fabuloso! There were about fifteen of us there sharing quesadillas, tacos, and nachos for dinner. I don't know if you guys understand how much I have CRAVED Mexican food since I have been here. Thank goodness I could find almost everything I needed to make them. What a fix.

Well, there we are, friends. 

Adventures,

adventures,

adventures!!!!

March Adventures

Ok so I'm really sucking at this whole updating my blog regularly thing. This month has just been crazy for me. Let's see here... I went to Barcelona last month. That was fun. I did all the things I said I was going to do in that blog I posted before I went, surprise, surprise! Then, let's see here, what did I do? The first weekend of this month we had a four day weekend because it was Carnaval. Carnaval is celebrated throughout Spain and most of Europe right before Lent. They go crazy before they have to give up meat or something. Idk. I guess that's how Mardi Gras started too? Anyway, I got two days off school so it was cool. My friend Lindsay and I weren't crazy about being part of the Carnaval festivities, so we hiked part of the Camino de Santiago (The Way of St. James). It is one of the biggest Christian pilgrimages and it ends in the north of Spain in Galicia (which I heard was the most beautiful part of Spain). Plus, I heard that I get to go to heaven if I do part of the camino and we all know it's not about Jesus forgiving your sins to go to heaven, but what you do to earn it. (Sarcasm, friends).

The camino was BEAUTIFUL. Galicia reminded me so much of Wisconsin :) It was amazing how God provided for us on our trip too, from the very beginning to the very end. For example, the first night we arrived in Sarria around midnight not knowing that all the albergues (places to sleep while you hike the camino) closed at ten pm. Cool. So, we found this lady on the street who was walking around with a drunk man and she offered for us to stay at her house out in the country. We didn't really have any other options, so we got in her car. She was an angel. And what a great memory!

We started hiking early in the morning and by midday ran into a Spanish man from Barcelona who was super nice. We hiked with him the rest of the day and met up with his friend in the next town. They were such a blessing! I don't know if we would have made it to Santiago in time for our flight if it weren't for them. We didn't know how ignorant we were about everything camino until we met them... They taught us the best, cheapest places to stay and eat, and they were doing the five day trip in four days too so they knew how far we had to go each day to make it on time.

NOTE TO FUTURE PEREGRINOS: 

Give yourself enough time to do the camino. Don't try to cut it short. Trust me.

About the third day of our four day hike my knee started to feel like it was being sliced open. AWESOME. Long story short, it didn't go away, but the other knee even gave out the next day too. So, the last day we ended up walking around 50km (about 30 miles)... with both of my knees basically not functioning. I had to hook arms with Lindsay in order to keep going or my legs would give out. Eventually I became numb to the pain, so it was ok.

We walked for about nine hours that day and once we finally got to the cathedral at the end of the camino, we couldn't stay for long because we had to get to the airport and catch our plane back. It's a shame because, even though I'm not big on architecture or Catholic cathedrals, it was one of the most beautiful churches I have ever seen. Now, I don't know how much of that beauty was self imposed because I had been waiting in pain for so long to get to our destination, but I suppose we will never know.

So, we got our credentials and our certificate and then headed off to catch the bus to the airport. Little did we know, there was a Carnaval parade going on and the bus we went to catch was out of service because of the parade. Cool. So we walked even further to the next one and had to run to catch it. I don't even know how I did it. What was amazing is that the bus driver waited for us (bus drivers don't wait for anyone in Spain) and I'm not even sure how he saw us because you can't see out the back of the bus... Man, the Lord was looking out for us. While on the bus, we met this guy from Italy who happened to be getting on the same plane as us and while we were waiting for the gate to open he just turned around and threw two packets of Oreos at us. What? Haha it was so great! Then, we had to catch our bus from the airport in Madrid to Valladolid and that was a definite adventure, but we eventually made it. Actually Lindsay made it and then yelled at me to climb in because she had saved a seat for me. Whew! It was a super confusing situation. We did buy tickets, though, so don't go a-thinkin that we stole a bus ride back to Valla!

SO we FINALLY made it back to Valladolid at three am on Sunday night (Monday morning, rather) and walked home to collapse in our beds before class at 9:30am. Let me tell you, friends, it was an adventure from the beginning to the very end. All four days and 120km of it. And God was so good to us!

I can tell you that hiking the Camino de Santiago was probably the most fun trip I have ever been on, but also the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. I don't recommend it. I mean, maybe I would if you were giving yourself the alloted amount of time. But idk.

This past weekend I went to a conference in Madrid with GBU, which is the university Bible study that I am a part of. There was one Spanish girl from our group who went and four American girls, including myself. We had a lot of fun and met many new people. It was a great experience to have, but it was also a little tainted because it had a very evangelistic direction to it. At first I was starting to get worried because we didn't open our Bibles or pray once, nor did we do any worship. BUT, as I talked to one of the girls from Madrid, she explained to me the evangelistic nature of the conference. She assured me that at most conferences they would normally have worship and prayer and more digging into the Bible. That was a relief for me. And what an encouragement. God is working here in Spain, friends :)

Lastly, (I know this is super long, SORRYY!!) this weekend I am headed off to Brussels, Belgium to indulge myself in chocolate and waffles with two friends, Sarah and Alyssa. WE'RE REALLY EXCITED!! It should be a ton of fun, if I know us.

So there you are. Update on my life: complete :)

Tortilla Española

Last Friday we got together with some people from our Bible study. They taught us how to make Spanish tortilla and we taught them how to make cream cheese brownies (thought of Melanie the whole time). Plus, one of the guys made crepes because he's half French and crepes are yummy. It made for a VERY nutritious dinner.

 First we made tortilla. Yum. Now some of you may be thinking I am speaking of the tortillas you buy at the grocery store. Mexican tortillas. NOPE! But don't worry, that's what I thought it was at first too.

Host Mom: "Oh, we are going to have tortilla for dinner tonight."

Kim: "We are ONLY eating tortillas!? Que pena!"

Rest assured. The tortilla they speak of is a simple dish containing egg, potatoes, onions, and a little bit of salt. Might sound gross to you, but you're wrong. It's kind of like an omelet. It's one of the most popular dishes in these parts. There are other types of tortillas, obviously you could put in it whatever you like, but potato is the most popular. Technically it's called tortilla de patata, but if you just say tortilla española people know what you are talking about. If you want tortilla with anything else in it, though, you have to specify.

Anyway, it's quite a simple dish to make. You just peel the potatoes and onions, cut them into pieces, and fry them in a bit of olive oil. Take them out, mix them with the whipped eggs in a frying pan, and cook her up! Oh, and add some salt too. The most difficult part is flipping it. Most people use a plate and then slide the tortilla back onto the pan. 

 Our Spanish friends really like brownies, so they wanted to learn how to make them with us. As we made them, we explained to them what we were doing and they wrote it down so they had the recipe for future reference.
Now, I always seem to have troubles with these Spanish ovens... I'm sure we did the conversion of Fahrenheit to Celsius right (I used the converter on my phone), but for some reason the top was completely burnt and underneath wasn't even fully cooked. Aye! This time we even had it on "whole oven" setting.
The kitchen got a little smokey, but it was alright. We just opened up a window. At first they were pretty disappointed because the brownies didn't work out, but we decided to change the setting to "only bottom" and see what happened. It worked! AND you could barely even tell they were burnt. Go us! So, they turned out pretty well.

Daniel (he's the guy in the background there) is half French and lived in France for three years, so we asked him to make crepes for us. The recipe was his mother's own, and even in French... talk about authentic! Even though I haven't spoken or seen French since senior year of high school, I could even read the recipe :) I was pretty proud of myself. It helps that I know what goes in crepes, generally.
I did a pretty good job making my batch, as you can see. That little doo-hickey appliance was pretty handy! Otherwise I don't think our crepes would have been nearly as circular. It may have been fun to make fun shapes with them though...

So, here you can see our extremely healthy dinner for a fabulous Friday night in Spain. We ended up trying all kinds of combinations of food... brownie wrapped in crepe, tortilla wrapped in crepe, tortilla con brownie...? It got a little crazy.
We had a bunch of fun, though. It almost even turned into a slumber party! The girl's house we cooked at was in a pueblo right outside of Valladolid and the last bus came to take us back at 10:30pm. We ALMOST missed it, but made it just in time.

Next on the list, you ask? MEXICAN!!!!