Spanish Church

 I was there at 0835 for the train . Where was Sefora ? Ah , Spanish time is 20 mins later and so was the train. . 

In the meantime I chatted about life in old Czechoslovak with a man on Hampton Court station . He’s happy to be here and I heard about the corrupt life in his country but he does have feelings for home . 

Sefora and I went by train to Waterloo and then bus down to Elephant and Castle. We wandered into a street market who were setting up or the day . Cost of living crisis ? Lots of cheaper fruit veg electronics here and all good banter. 

The church was making use of an assembly hall in a school . Good for me . Two hours long and passionate sermon by the Ecusdorian minister. Lots of yellow shirts as Ecuador were playing in the World Cup at 1400 and they won and played well against the hosts Qatar. They also drew 1-1 with Netherlands on Friday . I have a fondness towards South American teams. 

The service was in Spanish but translated into English in parts . Nice touch at the end where fruits were distributed to the congregation from the altar . 

More on Colombian food and Elizabethan line on next blog . We went to a street with probably 5 restaurants but the snack bar we went to was “you couldn’t find it if you didn’t know it was there” . All Spanish bad food of rice , black beans , meat , banana fritter and salad . The drink was sugar cane squash and a big soup like cawl for starters . £10 all in . Love those sort of places . 

A good day out . Thanks Sefora.