To tiny towns.....together.

The last night had been amazing, the sound had gone well, the dances were incredible we pulled off a new and fast one without messing up. we stayed in the square until late singing dancing and enjoying ourselves til long after people had gone home.

That was a week ago, the Puerto Rican team had left and we had been to a couple of other places, 7/7/7 had taken place a day of prayer for spain, finished with a massive outreach night on the beach, we had breakdancers start freestyling to one of our rappers, and every type of dance, spanish coutry hip-hop, and some worship you name it, half of valencias churches came out flyering too, everyone on the beach one, I even went round to the local new age market, handing flyers out to palm readers and voodoo doll sellers.

This week we were told we would be split for a week with half going to a tiny town with no church and likely no internet, the girls were destraught at being split so close to the end, so strings were pulled and the staff split. Tomorrow we´d be cleaning down the entire church building and moving out of the industrial estate to the the tiny and what sounded like lifeless town on wedensday, staying in host families the outreach would have an entirely different feel, (for starters we´d be sleeping in arooms and beds not lilos on floors!) everything felt different now, the group felt closer than ever, after saying goodbye to the Puerto Rican team our thoughts had turned to the real goodbyes in 3 weeks, whats more i had just booked a cheap flight home.