Valencia is a huge, gorgeous city with lots of ancient buildings, lots of modern structures... and TONS of people! :) Or so it feels. When we first started looking at Valencia, we were given two areas in the city that our leadership wanted to focus on. When Wes and I visited last May to scope it out for our family, we felt that either one would work well for us as a family to live in.
I am not a big city girl. I grew up in upstate NY and I like wide open spaces with rolling hills and lots of green. When we first moved to Spain, this was something that I realized was actually hard for me. I missed the SPACE. Everyone lives on top of each other and there's very little green... lots of concrete and cars and people everywhere. When we walked through these two areas of the city, we found some little neighborhoods that were very quiet and peaceful... and my heart felt at home. So when we arrived here to find a home, we knew the two areas that we were looking in, which really helped a lot, considering the size of this city.
Now, FINDING our housing was the craziest thing. In the States, it's something kinda fun... or at least we have always found it that way... so many possibilities in front of you, imagining your life and family in each home that you enter. There in the States, you find a realtor and tell them what you are looking for; they search their data base and put together some homes for you to look at. They have the combinations to lock boxes... or whatever system they have to get into each house. They plan ahead and you see all the houses in one area at one time, and then you move on to the next area. You go together in the agent's car or you drive your own and follow the agent to each home. You park both cars in the drive-way or in front of the house... and you make a day of it! For the most part, the most difficult thing in the States is that you have too many choices, and you are choosing the BEST out of many good options.
It turns out that, in the two areas that we were given, there are very few 4 bedroom anything. :) One real estate agent called the market "brutal." Whenever something with 4 bedrooms came open, it was usually gone within days because there were so few. Not only were we looking for 4 bedrooms, but we also needed something with a garage... well, they call it a "garage" but it really means "parking spot." :) We have this beautiful new van and it's much safer housed inside rather than on the street over-night, so our supervisors are requiring a garage (which we are thankful for!) But, obviously, that narrowed it down even more. We quickly began to realize that we wouldn't have too many options. BUT we have been praying for months and also know that y'all are praying!
This whole process here is completely different than in the States. We knew this before we started, we just didn't really realize how it would pan out in actuality. :) Here, you have to go into each different real estate office to see what they have listed. There doesn't seem to be one big data base that everyone lists on so that every agent can see them all. Each agency has their own, so you go into the area where you are looking and you walk into several different "inmobiliarias" and explain what you are looking for. Then you sit at their desk as they look through a book or their computer, and they show you pictures of the different houses that they have. If you like any of them, they call the owner to see when they can get the keys (or in most cases, meet the owner there) and get in to see the place... this takes a least a day, several days in many cases.
You still have time during the rest of your day, so you stop into another place and see what they have listed... and they do the same... and you set up your appointments for the next couple days. Then you go across town to the another area that you are looking at and you do the same thing all over again.
This seems like it would work just fine, right? It's not too bad... a little bit crazier than we are used to, but that's expected in a different culture... nothing is "normal" to us, right? :) It's a little more work to have to drive around the streets looking for the different real estate agencies, and then find parking within 10 minutes walking distance of the place, but still... it's doable.
Things got really hectic during the days when we were supposed to be looking at the apartments. We lined them up with a couple hours in between each appointment, but remember that we went to a million ;) different real estate agencies to find possibilities, so we weren't working with just one person. Then they had to coordinate the schedule of the owner of the apartment (who also has to be present in most cases), the real estate agent, and us! It never did work out to see several in one area, all at once. For the most part, the quickest they could show us, we were taking it... which meant that we were driving to all parts of the city at different times.
We started the day fine, heading to our first appointment. We usually left half an hour early, knowing it would take 15 minutes to get to whatever part of the city, and then 15 minutes to find parking and walk to the apartment. The thing we forgot was that not all Spaniards are punctual. We have mentioned this before... "no pasa nada" is one of their favorite sayings. :) "No big deal." :) (One day we waited an entire hour for the owner to show up!!!!!) Anyway, it seems like our whole day would get pushed back and we would end up being late for every appointment. You know how that goes then... you are frantic and trying to hurry. Well, that doesn't work well in traffic, and you cannot find a parking space any faster by driving any faster!
I distinctly remember one afternoon. We were late for an appointment because the last person had been late, so we were both stressed. Wes is driving our huge van down these tiny little, unfamiliar streets, looking for the address. I have the map out and I am trying to help navigate and look for parking, since we know are in the vicinity. Cars are flying by us, people are stepping out into the street in front of us to cross. The phone rings and I answer out of habit. Someone starts babbling off Spanish to me; Wes is trying to figure out if we need to turn onto the upcoming street, so he's talking to me in English. I've got someone rattling off in Spanish in my ear... I have no idea who I am talking to, and I'm only catching every other word; b/c I'm trying to motion to Wes that it's a one-way street. When I turn my attention back to the phone, I realize I hadn't heard a word she said and she was waiting for my answer. I wanted to throw the phone out the window, park the van in the middle of the street, walk into a cafe, order coffee and escape into the fiction world of the current book I am reading. Good grief! :) The thing is, this wasn't just one afternoon. The scene I just described happened over and over and over again!
One time, we had set up an appointment closer to the center of the city. We left in plenty of time to find parking (or so we thought), since we knew it would be hard near the center of the city. As we got closer and closer, the streets got smaller and smaller. We drove around for a while looking for parking, but didn't find anything. It was past time to meet the guy, so Wes decided he would drive in front of the building and just drop me off and go try to find parking on his own. So, I got out of the van and introduced myself to the real estate agent waiting out front (this guy was punctual!).
We made small talk for a while, waiting for Wes. I asked a bunch of questions, confirming some of the details of the apartment and then asking about schools nearby. About 15 minutes passed and Wes still had not returned. To be honest, I really don't like making small talk in English, let alone Spanish. So I was praying Wes would show up ASAP!! :) 5 minutes later, I see him drive by the apartment building AGAIN. Obviously, he had not found a spot, and we had another appointment within an hour. So, I told the guy that I would just have go look at the apartment and I'd take a video to show my husband.
We met the owner inside and we all went to the top floor of the building. We knocked on the door and waited. No answer. Obviously this one was not vacant like most of the others. He rang the doorbell and we waited again. Nothing. On the 3rd ring, a younger guy answered the door and when the owner explained why we were there, the young kid said his dad hadn't said anything about us coming and that we could not enter without his Father's permission. Hmmmm... so the owner called the father on his cell phone and then at work; no answer at either number. The realtor decided we would try one more time, in case the kid had gotten a hold of his father. We rang the door-bell and waited... no one came to the door, so we started to get back on the elevator to go back down. (We almost escaped!) Just before the elevator door closed, the kid opened the door again. The owner tried again to convince the kid to let us come in and see at least the balcony, living room and kitchen. Reluctantly, the kid let us in.
It was a very large apartment, but it was obvious to me that they were NOT leaving any time soon. (They were supposed to be out within a week.) I was kind of uncomfortable because we had not had a very warm welcome, obviously. People kept sticking their heads out of doors (how many people lived here, anyway????), trying to catch a glimpse of us. When we walked through the living room, one of the bedroom doors was open and a woman was there in her nightgown... (this was at 4:30 in the afternoon, by the way!) She slammed the door when she saw us, and then came back out with a towel wrapped around her. Now, Spanish is my second language; but I understood everything that lady was saying, and she was NOT happy we were there. At that point, I was just ready to leave. The door man at the front had just called the realtor to tell him Wes was waiting for us in the lobby, so I was ready to just leave.
For some reason, the owner felt like he had to press to find a time when we could come back. I won't repeat what the lady was saying... but I'm sure you could imagine. She couldn't believe we would arrive without letting them know that we were coming. Apparently, the appointment had been made with the husband, and he and his wife were separated. It really didn't matter to me. I just wanted to get out of there. I was so uncomfortable AND I knew it wasn't an apartment for us!... he'd be lucky to get them out of there in a month! And we certainly don't have that kind of time. :)
We made it down stairs and the owner was apologizing. I felt bad for HIM. Wes had 9 minutes left in his parking spot, so we said a hasty thank you and goodbye... and we were off. I filled Wes in as we drove away to our next appointment. It sure has been a crazy experience.
Friday, February 14, 2014
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Our Journey to Spain
We had so many people praying for us during this journey, and it was so obvious to us as we traveled! Thank you to all of you who were praying for us. Here are some snippets along the way...
We had a great flight from Washington D.C. to London. The kids did great. They each slept a couple hours... Carolina and Jonathan slept almost the whole night. They are such heavy sleepers! Weston and Nathan slept less, but they were happy with their movies and games.
Once we reached London, things got a little crazy. We actually usually try to avoid Heathrow because it's just not so very organized for wheel chair transportation... not to mention it's just huge!!! But, because of the 3 bags each, we decided to do London one more time. It went just as we expected... it was nuts.
Obviously, we were all pretty tired (except Jonathan and Carolina, of course!), so that just kinda made it all worse. You know how that goes. We got off the plane and had to wait for the wheel-chair, which is a normal thing; but then they told us that we might have to split up... that the kids and I would have to walk on our own through the airport and that Wes and Nathan would be escorted through in a cart. Now, we have been all over Europe and also done those 2 other overseas flights, and we have NEVER been split up before. I was not at all happy about that idea. Airports are really not the kind of places you want to get separated, you know? ... especially when you have 4 kids!
I do have to admit that we have gotten very spoiled by Nathan needing a wheel chair. :) I know that sounds strange, but we always get personally escorted through the airport, which is nice... but the best part is that we skip to the front of all security lines. Anyone who has traveled with kids knows what a HUGE thing that is!!! :) We have even skipped to the front of immigration lines... the wheel-chair gets us right through! :)
Anyway, I argued a little bit with the flight-attendant, telling her that that has never happened before, and that I wasn't comfortable splitting up my family. They were nice, and encouraged us to ask about staying together. It turned out that we got escorted by a guy through the airport, we just went on foot instead of in a cart. That was totally fine by us... as long as we could stay together... at least we thought.
The thing we didn't know was this guy was a little clueless. We went from one terminal all the way across (walking about 15 minutes) to another terminal, went through security, and then he decided to check for our gate. He came back and apologized and said we had to go BACK to the terminal we just came from... so 15 minutes BACK. He deposits us at a cafe, so we could get lunch and then shows us the gate. He goes on to explain that "if" our gate gets changed, and we have to go BACK over to the other terminal, that we would have to go down some stairs and walk under the tarmac (another15 minutes) to the other terminal. If we went back the way we came, we would have to go throughs security again.
He had mentioned stairs, so I asked him how we would get Nathan down those stairs. He thought for a minute and said that we would have to ask an attendant to help us. What in the world???? It was like the wheel-chair was an after-thought instead of his main job! And to be honest (again, I know that this is sounding very spoiled...) they usually come back when it's time to board the plane and actually escort Nathan onto the plane... they don't typically leave us completely on our own with a wheel-chair. So, anyway, I thought it sounded a bit funny, but hoped it was not important.
After having lunch and sitting for a little bit, we kept waiting for the board to show our flight at this particular gate. You guessed it... it never came up. So, an hour before the flight, Wes decides to go and check the big board that listed ALL flights. He was gone SO long, it really started to make me nervous. We are usually boarded (b/c of Nathan's wheel-chair) an hour before the flight takes off and we were now at 1/2 an hour before. So Mom and I packed up all the kids, thinking we needed to do something or we were going to miss our flights! (I guess I should add in here that the reason we were so adamant about not missing the flight... other than just the normal inconvenience... was that we could have lost our visas if we were out of the country more than 6 months to the day. We also couldn't have left earlier because we had to be in the US for 6 months exactly in order to keep our social security!... So, we were obviously on a very tight schedule and you can see why missing a flight was NOT an option!) Just was we had the kids ready to go, Wes jogged up and told us the guy left us at the wrong gate, and that we had to go back to the original terminal. So much for hoping. :) I should have known.
Wes was gone so long because he knew we had to find an attendant to help us get to the other terminal or we'd have to go through security again, and we'd miss the flight! He finally found someone, and he and Wes had to carry the wheel-chair down two flights of steps! This guy pointed us in the right direction and left us. So we walked for about 10-15 minutes in these underground tunnels under the tarmac to get to the other terminal. It was a bit strange... no one else was down there and there was a ton of construction going on everywhere. BUT... the signs said we were heading in the right direction. So we kept on....
We finally made it BACK (for the 3rd time!) to this terminal and panted up to the gate. Thankfully (definitely a God-thing!), the flight was a little delayed and we made it in time to board "early" with the others who had small children. They were all lined up in front of us, so when it came time to go, all those with strollers got on the one elevator before us. Wes and the other kids went on the escalator and I was told to wait with Nathan and the wheel chair for the elevator to come back. We waited for them to go and then pushed the button again. A few minutes later, it still hadn't come back!... so we pushed the button again... and again... and again. Now they were boarding all the other passengers and I was so worried about Nathan. He gets trampled by people when he has to board like this. Most people are in a hurry and don't see little ones... especially ones that are slower like Nathan. He gets pushed aside and knocked over. I finally went back over to where they were taking boarding passes and asked about the elevator. It turned out we needed a special key to call the elevator. Why didn't someone think of that when the attendant told us to take the next elevator?????
Whew... so we finally made it to the entrance of the plane and I realized that all the boys had left their back-packs (which were all extremely heavy with toys!) on the bottom rack of the wheel chair. I was already carrying my own carry-on, my purse, and Carolina's back-pack. So, once Nathan got out of the wheel-chair, I had to carry 4 back-packs, a duffle bag and a purse... and help Nathan down the isle! I was huffing and puffing by the time we got to our seats!!!!! Can you picture it!?!?! :) But, praise the Lord we made it. I think I was still getting settled as they started taxiing down the run-way, but we were on the plane to Madrid! This is why I avoid Heathrow like the plague!! :) hehe...
All in all, things could have been so much worse! :) Even as I sat down, I knew that. It was like everything just kind of slipped away... we were only 2 and half hours from landing on Spanish soil! I hardly slept on the flight from US to London... and then I was pretty stressed with that transition to this plane, so I was whipped once I sat down for this 2 and a half hour flight to Madrid. Mom took Carolina to sit with her, and Wes had Nathan (who gets pretty nervous when flying.) The two other boys played with their Kindles, and I decided to SLEEP!! :) I think I was out almost immediately. The Lord knew I needed it. It was such a good nap. :) I woke up feeling quite rested and ready to land in Madrid!... thanks to all of you who prayed us through that whole ordeal! :) Even as it was all happening, I just kept thinking... this is just normal, we would have no stories at all if everything went perfectly according to plan, right? haha...
So, we finally landed in Madrid... and the two little ones were pretty excited.
We were delayed (which is normal) getting off the plane as we waited for a wheel-chair for Nathan, so by the time we got to baggage claim, only our bags were left. It was quite a comical picture, since we had so many!!!
Nathan definitely got the best end of this deal. Poor thing. He was so tired after all of that... he fell asleep in that wheel-chair and didn't wake up until we got to the van!!!
Some of our colleagues from Madrid met us at the airport and brought our new huge van!... we actually didn't know until this point that we were going to be able to get it! So that was a HUGE blessing! :) From here, we went and checked into our hotel, walked to a near-by mall for dinner, and then sacked out for the night. Everyone slept all through the night... and we had to wake everyone up at 10am the next morning so we could get on the road to Valencia!
Thank you for following us on this journey... and for all of your love and prayers! We will keep you posted on more details of our arrival very soon! We are excited about what God is going to do!
... and so our journey in Valencia begins...
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| My dad got their church van to take us all to the airport in D.C. We flew British Airways out of Dulles because we were able to get 3 bags each as part of our tickets. So... the kids got to bring all their toys from Christmas, and I got to bring all my spices from home!!!... and a few more things. :) hehe... Normally, I try to pack light and go as simple as possible. This trip was definitely an exception! I brought everything and anything we wanted back to Spain (extra shoes for Wes, who can't often find his size in Spain, extra pants for the boys, tons of gluten free flour for Carolina... etc., etc.) :) We still had ONE more bag we could have brought! Ha! |
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| Happy faces when as we begin... will they still be that way when we arrive??? |
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| My mom came with us! It's been the biggest blessing. We are so thankful for her, and it was just so nice to know that we didn't have to say goodbye to her right away. It made a huge difference for the kids. |
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| We left at 2pm for our 3 hour drive to D.C. It didn't take long for the kids to zonk out. :) |
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| Arriving at the airport! |
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| Saying goodbye to Papa was definitely hard. Nathan really struggled with this goodbye. |
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| All those bags!... and one cute girlie :) |
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| Jonathan saying one last goodbye to Nana and Granddaddy from American soil |
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| The beginning of many "waits" along the way.... |
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| When we finally boarded the plane, the kids were ecstatic to find TV screens for every seat, with movies and video games for each person! It really was incredible. This pic was taken before we even started taxiing. haha... even Wes was excited about those movies! :) |
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| After half a movie, Carolina was ready for bed. This doggy was given to Carolina by her "Aunt" Roxie and Carolina decided to name him Ben... after Roxie's son Ben Cash, who has become one of her favorite people. She isn't going anywhere without 'Ben' these days. |
Once we reached London, things got a little crazy. We actually usually try to avoid Heathrow because it's just not so very organized for wheel chair transportation... not to mention it's just huge!!! But, because of the 3 bags each, we decided to do London one more time. It went just as we expected... it was nuts.
Obviously, we were all pretty tired (except Jonathan and Carolina, of course!), so that just kinda made it all worse. You know how that goes. We got off the plane and had to wait for the wheel-chair, which is a normal thing; but then they told us that we might have to split up... that the kids and I would have to walk on our own through the airport and that Wes and Nathan would be escorted through in a cart. Now, we have been all over Europe and also done those 2 other overseas flights, and we have NEVER been split up before. I was not at all happy about that idea. Airports are really not the kind of places you want to get separated, you know? ... especially when you have 4 kids!
I do have to admit that we have gotten very spoiled by Nathan needing a wheel chair. :) I know that sounds strange, but we always get personally escorted through the airport, which is nice... but the best part is that we skip to the front of all security lines. Anyone who has traveled with kids knows what a HUGE thing that is!!! :) We have even skipped to the front of immigration lines... the wheel-chair gets us right through! :)
Anyway, I argued a little bit with the flight-attendant, telling her that that has never happened before, and that I wasn't comfortable splitting up my family. They were nice, and encouraged us to ask about staying together. It turned out that we got escorted by a guy through the airport, we just went on foot instead of in a cart. That was totally fine by us... as long as we could stay together... at least we thought.
The thing we didn't know was this guy was a little clueless. We went from one terminal all the way across (walking about 15 minutes) to another terminal, went through security, and then he decided to check for our gate. He came back and apologized and said we had to go BACK to the terminal we just came from... so 15 minutes BACK. He deposits us at a cafe, so we could get lunch and then shows us the gate. He goes on to explain that "if" our gate gets changed, and we have to go BACK over to the other terminal, that we would have to go down some stairs and walk under the tarmac (another15 minutes) to the other terminal. If we went back the way we came, we would have to go throughs security again.
He had mentioned stairs, so I asked him how we would get Nathan down those stairs. He thought for a minute and said that we would have to ask an attendant to help us. What in the world???? It was like the wheel-chair was an after-thought instead of his main job! And to be honest (again, I know that this is sounding very spoiled...) they usually come back when it's time to board the plane and actually escort Nathan onto the plane... they don't typically leave us completely on our own with a wheel-chair. So, anyway, I thought it sounded a bit funny, but hoped it was not important.
After having lunch and sitting for a little bit, we kept waiting for the board to show our flight at this particular gate. You guessed it... it never came up. So, an hour before the flight, Wes decides to go and check the big board that listed ALL flights. He was gone SO long, it really started to make me nervous. We are usually boarded (b/c of Nathan's wheel-chair) an hour before the flight takes off and we were now at 1/2 an hour before. So Mom and I packed up all the kids, thinking we needed to do something or we were going to miss our flights! (I guess I should add in here that the reason we were so adamant about not missing the flight... other than just the normal inconvenience... was that we could have lost our visas if we were out of the country more than 6 months to the day. We also couldn't have left earlier because we had to be in the US for 6 months exactly in order to keep our social security!... So, we were obviously on a very tight schedule and you can see why missing a flight was NOT an option!) Just was we had the kids ready to go, Wes jogged up and told us the guy left us at the wrong gate, and that we had to go back to the original terminal. So much for hoping. :) I should have known.
Wes was gone so long because he knew we had to find an attendant to help us get to the other terminal or we'd have to go through security again, and we'd miss the flight! He finally found someone, and he and Wes had to carry the wheel-chair down two flights of steps! This guy pointed us in the right direction and left us. So we walked for about 10-15 minutes in these underground tunnels under the tarmac to get to the other terminal. It was a bit strange... no one else was down there and there was a ton of construction going on everywhere. BUT... the signs said we were heading in the right direction. So we kept on....
We finally made it BACK (for the 3rd time!) to this terminal and panted up to the gate. Thankfully (definitely a God-thing!), the flight was a little delayed and we made it in time to board "early" with the others who had small children. They were all lined up in front of us, so when it came time to go, all those with strollers got on the one elevator before us. Wes and the other kids went on the escalator and I was told to wait with Nathan and the wheel chair for the elevator to come back. We waited for them to go and then pushed the button again. A few minutes later, it still hadn't come back!... so we pushed the button again... and again... and again. Now they were boarding all the other passengers and I was so worried about Nathan. He gets trampled by people when he has to board like this. Most people are in a hurry and don't see little ones... especially ones that are slower like Nathan. He gets pushed aside and knocked over. I finally went back over to where they were taking boarding passes and asked about the elevator. It turned out we needed a special key to call the elevator. Why didn't someone think of that when the attendant told us to take the next elevator?????
Whew... so we finally made it to the entrance of the plane and I realized that all the boys had left their back-packs (which were all extremely heavy with toys!) on the bottom rack of the wheel chair. I was already carrying my own carry-on, my purse, and Carolina's back-pack. So, once Nathan got out of the wheel-chair, I had to carry 4 back-packs, a duffle bag and a purse... and help Nathan down the isle! I was huffing and puffing by the time we got to our seats!!!!! Can you picture it!?!?! :) But, praise the Lord we made it. I think I was still getting settled as they started taxiing down the run-way, but we were on the plane to Madrid! This is why I avoid Heathrow like the plague!! :) hehe...
All in all, things could have been so much worse! :) Even as I sat down, I knew that. It was like everything just kind of slipped away... we were only 2 and half hours from landing on Spanish soil! I hardly slept on the flight from US to London... and then I was pretty stressed with that transition to this plane, so I was whipped once I sat down for this 2 and a half hour flight to Madrid. Mom took Carolina to sit with her, and Wes had Nathan (who gets pretty nervous when flying.) The two other boys played with their Kindles, and I decided to SLEEP!! :) I think I was out almost immediately. The Lord knew I needed it. It was such a good nap. :) I woke up feeling quite rested and ready to land in Madrid!... thanks to all of you who prayed us through that whole ordeal! :) Even as it was all happening, I just kept thinking... this is just normal, we would have no stories at all if everything went perfectly according to plan, right? haha...
So, we finally landed in Madrid... and the two little ones were pretty excited.
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| Yes, every bag on the belt was ours! |
Some of our colleagues from Madrid met us at the airport and brought our new huge van!... we actually didn't know until this point that we were going to be able to get it! So that was a HUGE blessing! :) From here, we went and checked into our hotel, walked to a near-by mall for dinner, and then sacked out for the night. Everyone slept all through the night... and we had to wake everyone up at 10am the next morning so we could get on the road to Valencia!
Thank you for following us on this journey... and for all of your love and prayers! We will keep you posted on more details of our arrival very soon! We are excited about what God is going to do!
... and so our journey in Valencia begins...
Long awaited Christmas pics
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| This year we spent Christmas with my family... both my sisters and their husbands and families all together under one roof! SOO fun! This is my little sister Aimee. |
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| Carolina and Aunt Aimee |
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| All the kids! |
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| Christmas dinner! |
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| My mom and all her girls :) |
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| We are a house divided. |
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| The Amazon cards were a HUGE hit! |
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| Aunt Aimee gave the boys Marshmallow guns... they shoot mini marshmallows ! |
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| Dad knew this gift before even opening it... FARKLE! :) (have you ever played??? It's a new family favorite!) |
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| The day after Christmas, Mom and Dad treated everyone to Christmas Town at Busch Gardens |
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| It was freezing, but the kids had a blast! |
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| Brooke and Nathan, trying to keep warm |
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| Carolina on the balloon ride |
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| Weston and bumper cars... his favorite! |
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| "Papa" and the boys |
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| Carolina had the best seat in the house :) |
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| My parents!... aren't they cute?!?! :) |
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| All bundled up, but loving it |
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| The boys played a game and each won candy canes! |
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| Carolina's first carousel ride |
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