I HAVE POP-TARTS! and Duncan Hines home-style cream cheese frosting, and reese's peanut butter cups. Why? because there just happens to be a little market in Madrid called "Taste of America." The frosting is now hidden behind the books on my shelf with a little spoon. Shh, don't tell.

So comfort food: check.

Weekly dose of family bonding: check. (We went to another family birthday party and I played with transformers and barbie dolls with the host cousins. This week, no lighters)

Halloween: Check.

Someone asked me how halloween works in Spain. And here is how it is:

First you get lost looking for your friends in the wrong place. They call you and you tell them that you are near the "house of the youth" they tell you that you are in the wrong part of town. You find them after 30 minutes of searching and realize that you probably should have dressed up, because you look like a freak in jeans and a sweatshirt. So your friend gives you some wings and a witch hat and your on your way. You ride in the back of a van to get to a farm in the outskirts of your town. You pay 3 euros and your in. You talk to people from your class as you drink coca-cola. then you go into the 'passage of terror' which is possibly the most ridiculous and fantastically lame thing you've ever waited an hour for, in a pushing, angry croud of spanish teenagers. And then you listen to screamo music and pretend to like it. Then you go back in the van and listen to Britney Spears the whole way home. And you had a good time.

I missed the pumpkin picking, the carving, the candy and scarecrows, but Halloween here in Spain was definitely memorable. When would I ever have the opportunity to go to a farm party with screamo music and a 'passage of terror' in a barn in the U.S?

And God fix: check. Missionary church today.

Good week: check.

Going to Cadiz, Spain next week: check. I'll tell you all about it next blog (: