At the end of June, we moved inland to the little town of Coín. Some friends had asked me if I could dog-sit for them while they went to the UK for a family emergency. I spent the first two weeks living in a little guest cottage on their property - one that they usually rent out to holidaymakers. Then I moved further up the road to live in their own house with their dog. As well as looking after the dog, I was responsible for looking after AirBnB guests who arrived to live in the cottage.
Inland towns are at a slightly higher altitude - colder in winter and hotter in summer. Our moving to Coín coincided with a heat wave and it sometimes felt like living in a pizza oven, with afternoon temperatures occasionally rising as high as 46 degrees. I was very thankful that they had a swimming pool on their property, but the very hot weather meant that the dogs couldn't go outdoors in the afternoon; the hot cement would have burned the skin of their paw pads.
Just as my time in Coín was coming to an end and I was wondering where I'd go on July 27th, I got a message from a young friend at church. "I'm going on holiday and then on outreach during August," she explained. "Would you like to stay in my house from 27th July till 23rd August.. or till the end of August, if you like?"
So, now I'm back in Alhaurín de la Torre, living not far from where I'd lived for the past fifteen years. But I still haven't found anything permanent and there don't even seem to be many options to view during the summer months. Please continue to pray with me that our permanent home will soon become available and our nomadic wanderings can stop. Thank you.
