Bon dia

By 8:45am Pablo and Vanessa picked up Jenn and I and we were off to the ministry  in Masnou, a neighboring village. Only problem - the language is Catalan! Its similar to Spanish, and residents will understand Spanish, but to really level with them we speak in their native tongue. We? Oh, no, I meant they. Hah I couldn’t even break out of Portuguese! I muddled through.
 Here is our humble group - Jenn, Rosa and Julian, Vanessa and Pablo. Julian and Rosa are Special Pioneers. See how little this Kingdom Hall is in the picture?

The area we preached in was so gorgeous! Nestled in the mountains, but we could still see the Mediterranean. And I loved all the pretty flowers!

After we got home Pepita (who is a machine and tirelessly takes care of us!) made some delicious lunch for us, and we had it out on the patio. Then we were only a siesta away from sail boating!

We got to put our feet in the cold, COLD water! Unfortunately there wasn’t enough wind to move us, so we didn’t get very far. But we did hang out in the boat for a little bit after we got back to the dock. It was fun being mariners for a moment.
















On the way back home Manuel was very strict that tonight I would need my camera, my notebook and a pen so that I could learn how to make Spanish potato tortilla. I was in the kitchen ready and waiting within minutes of getting home. I took extensive notes and photos, and when I get back home I’m supposed to email them a photo of my tortilla.


 In short: chop up potatoes and onion, cook them in a skillet with plenty of olive oil.








When they’re soft, poke and mash a bit. Beat some eggs and pour it on top.









Flip until the egg is cooked through.









Ta-da! Potato tortilla. Or, as we may call it, potato frittata, potato omelet, potato quiche, same thing, different names.


Isn’t Jenn’s flower garnish so sweet?

Spoken like a true Pittsburgher, I’m like - is there any ketchup?