Psycho Sundays

      The past few weekends, I have gone on several adventures in my search for the church I had planned on attending while here in Barcelona.  The name of the church is The International Church of Barcelona, and someone from Hope had told me about this church.  I had also looked it up online and was encouraged by what I read online.  The services are in English, and are apparently are similar to Hope's chapel services.  The first weekend I spent in Spain, I was on a mandatory study trip to Madrid so I was unable to go to church.  Last weekend,  January 20th, I was looking forward to go because I was getting slightly homesick. There are two services, one at 10:00 and one at 12:00 and I planned on going to the 12:00 service. However, I ended up getting on the wrong metro, rode it for twenty minutes, and missed the service.  I was upset about missing church, but I went on a long run while blasting Hillsong and I felt better.  This Sunday, determined to make it to the service, I decided to aim for the 10:00 service, and left half an hour early so I would have plenty of time to find the church.  I made sure that I boarded the correct metro line, got off at the correct stop, and then everything went downhill form there.  I was in this little pueblo, which was beautiful.  It was up in the mountains, there was mist everywhere, and no one was up.  I found a building that matched the address, but no one was around and when I walked around it, I could find no way to get in.  I decided to walk around the village adn ended up walking up and down the mountain on wooden steps, rock staircases, and driveways without finding anything.  I finally ran into this man with his son around 10:30.  I asked him where the church was, and he led me back to the original building that I had found.  he was really nice and helpful and made sure I found my way into the courtyard of the building   All the doors were locked so I decided to wait around and see if any one showed up. I read my Bible for about 15 minutes and then some people came into the courtyard and gave a really weird look.  This lady came up to me and asked her if I was at the church.  She told me that the church was back in the city, I was at the administration building where the Pastors lived. I got back on the metro, got back to the city center, and called my roommate.  She gave me directions to the church, but then I ended up getting lost and her phone had died so I couldn't call her back.  By this point, I was tired, hungry, and my feet hurt, but I was kinda having fun on my adventure.  I decided to head home at 12:15.  On my way back, I got a little turned around so it took me longer than it should've  but I ran into a woman passing out Gospel Tracks on the side of the street.  She tried to give me a track, but I told her I already had a relationship with Jesus Christ, and that I had actually tried to get to church that morning.  We had a good conversation which was really encouraging.  Hopefully, now that I have the accurate address, I will make it to church next weekend!! Third time is the charm right??