Phoning from London...

Well, I'm on my way... but it's not particularly straightforward to get from Spain to Jordan - at least, not from Malaga to Amman. There were no direct flights, and so I had to choose whether to fly via Madrid, Rome or London. But my flight from Malaga would always have arrived after the Jordan flight had already left... and so an overnight stopover was the only option. I chose London (EasyJet's airfares seeming to be my best deal) and so now I'm overnighting at a YWAM centre in Clapham, and will be heading back to the airport again bright and early tomorrow morning. The positive side of being in the UK was that I was able to phone my parents on my British mobile phone and speak to my Dad in the hospital. How encouraging it was to hear him say that he's feeling much better, even though progress is very slow with his physiotherapy (his legs feel like jelly, and so learning to walk is quite a challenge) and with learning to eat again (he still feels pain and nausea at times.) But he seemed to be in good spirits and it was nice to hear his voice. Here's a photo that Mum took in the hospital of Dad with my brother and my niece.