If you read the blog post before this one and received my October newsletter last weekend, you'll know that I was thanking the Lord for the provision of a seaside apartment that would give me a stable base for the next few months. After six months of moving around every few weeks, I could finally unpack some of my things (like winter clothing) and get some boxes ready for moving to Fuengirola tomorrow.
Imagine my complete shock, then, when I got a phone call yesterday to tell me that the little apartment was no longer available. Reading between the lines, the lady's extended family may have objected to the idea of my living there, and she simply told me apologetically that the family needed it over the winter in order to have someone look after the 94 year old mother who lives in the same building.
Suddenly, I was once again only two days away from being homeless.... and had no idea what I could do to find a place at two days' notice. All I could do was ask people to pray.
The good news is that my friends in Coín (where I was dog sitting during July) have once again offered me the little "casita" on their property. They only have Air BnB guests up until November 5th, and so after that I can rent the two-roomed cottage (pictured above) from November to January, while I continue to search for something more permanent.
The bad news is that I don't have a place to stay during the first half of October before I leave for Albania on the 20th. Some friends have offered me a few days here and there, so I may end up moving around a bit. And I'll need a place for five or six days when I return to Spain at the end of the month.
But I am thankful that I can rent the little apartment in Coín for the same amount of time that I was expecting to rent the apartment in Fuengirola. I can even leave Maiki there over Christmas, if needed, as the couple love her and she gets on well with their boxer, Bilbo.
In the meantime, I continue to search and pray for something long term.
