Our Spain Family

In 1982 Larry and I along with small guys, Micah and Aaron headed to southern Spain to begin our 12 years there. It didn't take long to realize we needed "family," and they were there-- the missionary friends who became family as we worked together, prayed together, spent out holidays together... Every August we spent a week in a 500 year old farmhouse in the hills of Andalucia. We would meet & plan & pray while the kids--virtual cousins- played together outside by the creek. We'd play loud trivial pursuit matches until late into the night and talked though our lives and work in pueblos/cities across Spain. They still are "family."

Larry and I are just back from a week in Chicago with our dearest Spain friends. We were all young families in Spain. Now we're a little chubbier and more wrinkled, but not much else had changed. Elaine and Phil welcomed us in with a Spanish feast. Bob told his stories. Lori led us in a rollicking game time. Denise brought pictures of the days in Spain. Paul and Karen invited us all to their "cottage in the woods." --a warm and wonderful time back together. I'm so thankful for them and for those Spain years we share.