My life

Three years ago today I left my job in the USA, sold my car, packed my belongings and moved to Spain. I really had no idea what to expect, all I knew was that I needed to go to Spain; Salamanca, Spain to be more exact. I had spent every summer since 2003 in Salamanca, so already the city felt like home. Spending a summer in a town, however, is much different from day-to-day living. I already had a small group of friends and a church to attend. I became active in my church and made more friends at church and outside of church.

In September of 2009 I spent the weekend in Madrid, visitng friends and attending a church I once attended. ( I lived in Madrid in 2005-2006). While in Madrid, a friend introduced me to a friend of hers: Jorge. It was not love at first sight by any means. I thought he talked too much and had a strange accent when he spoke Spanish.

I would visit Madrid from time to time and we became friends.

In November 2009 a group from Madrid came to visit the church in Salamanca. Jorge was part of the group. It was the first time I saw him differently. That weekend we worked together organizing the events for the weekend and I got to know him better. I started praying against liking him. I did not want to like him. There was a long line of girls after him. On top of that he felt called into ministry and wanted to be a minister- not really what I wanted.

December 2009 my mom called me. She told me she had cancer. It was awful. Knowing that a family member of yours has cancer is a horrible feeling. Being so far away makes it so much worse. I didn´t know what to do. Should I leave Spain? Where were they going to be? Was she going to have treatments in Puerto Rico? Indiana? Should I move there? What about my job? If I leave where will I work? What if my mom dies? What will my dad do? What if my mom doesn´t get to see me get married? What if she never meets my children? All of this questions were flooding my mind. I was a wreck. I was all alone in Salamanca. December was a very dark month. I didn´t want to go to work. I was counting down the days to fly to the USA. The only motivation that got me out of bed was my private classes with an adorable 6 year old that showered me everyday with hugs and kisses. I still remain friends with her and her family.

I spent Christmas with my family and went with my mom to her doctors appointments. Soon my time was up and needed to head back to Spain. Going back to Spain was the hardest thing ever.

Sometime in January I was in Madrid and Jorge asked me for my number. On February 1st, 2010 he called me for the first time. To make a long story short- we dated long distance ( I was in Salamanca, he was in Madrid) until I moved to Madrid last August. I did not want to move to Madrid, but I am glad I did. After a year and a half of long distance dating, we were finally in the same city! On April 6th, 2012 in San Juan, Puerto Rico we were married. It was a dream come true. 

Three years have come and gone and all I can say is that God has blessed me beyond what I could ever imagine. There were times I questions my decision to come here, but I know it was the right decision. So much has happened over the past three years and lately I have felt the need to blog. Why? You might ask. As the years go by, it becomes harder to keep in touch with friends. I want to have an outlet to stay connected with friends in the USA. Also, life here is so different, but not in a bad way. I want to write about my everyday experiences here in Spain. Some days I might complain, some days I might be sad, but other days I may share interesting things that happen here and remind myself why I love Spain. I hope you will join me as I try to blog about my everyday adventures in Spain.