A.R.T Antics

A.R.T Antics
USMM Graduation

About Me

Manchester, United Kingdom
I am Someone who Loves God with I am a bubbly lively person who loves meeting people and loves God with all their heart and trys to put God first always. Someone who has a calling to work with young people and the arts. I have a heart for urban missionary work I am called to build the kingdom.

Spanish escapades day two

So after 24 hours on a coach I actually needed some space by the next day. Anybody who knows me is in disbelief here, but even I need quiet sometimes and perhaps more so since I lived on my own.
I managed to hide away for a few hours upstairs in the hotel to spend some time with Papa (God) I may have stolen this from the shack but you catch the sentiment. I got to the beach for a couple of hours and dangled my feet in the water but generally kept dry . I loved staring at the waves coming in and out I could stare for hours, there is something captivating about the sea. We had already formed our group we were the gang from the coach. Even on the first day which was a Sunday it felt like time slowed down. That couple of hours seemed to quite extensive. Then there was dinner and our first meeting, dinner Usually consisted of lots of salad. I needed to make sure I didn't just fill up on salad although it was quite easy to do and friends had to remind me. I imagine that my energy levels would have been non existent if I had not got some meat down me. 
As a group of people we all got thrown together quickly and miraculously we all got on famously quickly. It's funny that even now I feel like I have known my oak hall friends for years but it's not even been a month yet. I guess friendships deepen quickly because you are living in each other's pockets. Of course one can always escape but being an extrovert I loved having people to talk to all the time. 
It took me back to my YWAM days when you could always find someone around to talk to. 
I was so blessed to find a group of guys and girls who shared a lot of my values for reaching out, the prophetic and generally loving Jesus. 

Spanish escapades day one

A few weeks ago I went on holiday which was a welcome break to my usual activities. I embarked first of all on a journey across the UK to the south east coast. Of course my travels were not without their dramas as my middle name or should I say my blog name is not antics. So the first drama was like something straight out of Bridget Jones. 
As I anticipated getting on the coach with my suitcase which I was convinced was going to not be allowed on the coach as I hadn't managed to weigh. I don't own a pair of weighing scales, maybe it is time to invest. 
I had a Bridget jones moment with my suitcase, I didn't realise that it wouldn't fit down the aisle, what suitcase doesn't fit down an aisle. Clearly my case doesn't. I can imagine Bridget Jones dragging her suitcase down the aisle of a train, knocking everyone over just as I did. Thankfully my amazing travel buddy came to the rescue along with a couple of unsuspecting male bystanders who took pity on a poor weak lassy. 
Thankfully that was the last of the suitcase drama, apart from the fact that all my stuff was down below and I had to manage the last 12 hours with no jumpers and no tea. I tried to remember what how much does that tea bag cost and can I have it without water. Oh and did I mention that I left my blazer on the train. 

You would have thought that with all my wanderings across the globe I would have had enough practice at packing. Alas I still seem to need the kitchen sink with me. When the coach finally arrived to Folkestone we climbed upstairs to a fairly dark and quiet coach. However there was a couple of people chatting and before I knew it we were boarding the ferry to Calias, there was talk of us going on the Eurostar. Sadly that will have to wait for next time. 
It was some crazy time in the morning, can't remember what time it was. I just felt very delirious like I was from another planet. There I was wandering around the shop of the ferry with my mate and these new people I barely knew. Still I guess the fact that we were christians meant that we were already family. After an unknowable time on the ferry we scrambled back onto the coach, went to well kind of half sleep and then finally woke up for the final time somewhere in the middle of France where we discovered breakfast. I tried to use the little French I knew which seemed to work for breakfast. However when I wanted to push the boat out and ask for a fruit tea bag I couldn't come up with enough French to make it work nor find anyone who spoke any who I knew in our group. 
Note to self make sure you know some French if you are going through France as it will probably come in useful 😉
here I am in the coach in France somewhere in the hills having just had a yummy lunch of chicken mozzarella and tomatoes near a castle with my new oak hall friends and of course my roomy for the week Tasha.