Today is my last full day in Barcelona and I spent the majority of the time with Ruth. We watched some of the Catalonian festivities on the television (with great political commentary from Ruth, "eh, I don't like this guy...") and shared lunch at her house. She liked her Spain flag, though she said with a smirk that she dared not fly it outside lest she incur the wrath of the independentistas catalanes.
She told me more about her adventures, such as a much-treasured last-minute trip to Egypt. She is greatly afraid of the residencias (nursing homes) and told me at several points that she prays God will bring her home before she has to live there. She celebrates her 85th birthday this year.
We prayed before I left her apartment and she insisted I take an old umbrella before stepping outside. "Don't get wet!" she said, with all the care of a concerned auntie. I will treasure our time of fellowship and I hope I get to see her again soon.
She told me more about her adventures, such as a much-treasured last-minute trip to Egypt. She is greatly afraid of the residencias (nursing homes) and told me at several points that she prays God will bring her home before she has to live there. She celebrates her 85th birthday this year.
We prayed before I left her apartment and she insisted I take an old umbrella before stepping outside. "Don't get wet!" she said, with all the care of a concerned auntie. I will treasure our time of fellowship and I hope I get to see her again soon.
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