So now that time has inevitably marched
on and I am almost reaching single figure in terms of number of weeks until I
stop at Santisima Trinidad I wanted to start highlighting the best little bits
of every week so that I don’t forget. And
whilst not every week something huge and profound happens it’s that the little
things that stay with you.
Saturday – went out for tapas with
Meghan and Sarah. We got two stamps on
the ruta. Los Arcos was pork in a dry
fruit sauce, brilliant and the one in Burladero was ham on hard ochio
bread. Spoke to my kids and found out
that band was back.
Sunday – my Aunty Mary and mother sang
down Skype to me. Got to speak to my
Aunty, not using email, for the first time since the Christmas holidays.
Monday – drank one of my four cans of
Irn-Bru.
Tuesday – People started jack
hammering outside my bedroom window at half past 8 in the morning…they should
be disposed of. Gloria and I joked about
how my second lesson is always better because I’ve listened to what she has said
to the kids (I know nothing [John Snow] about art so the lessons tend to have a
lot of the actual teacher doing work).
The afternoon lessons were funny as we
teased Manuel about having a girlfriend.
Also one of the kids who used to never speak out has started to ever
since I made him answer one question out loud…now his hand is up for everything
Band started back, or at least it did
for me. Martin welcomed me back with
open arms and has said that he will burn a CD of the Christmas concert that I
missed with Lupe singing.
Wednesday – Wednesdays are the dark
days…we do not speak of them…not much happened.
Thursday – had to take some my 5th
year class alone because the teacher was doing an exam with the others. We did a crossword, which they claimed was
impossible until the actually started to read it, and two of the girls who
hardly ever speak in English were getting very involved when it came to
describing the people in the magazine. I
learned a little about the Duquessa de Alba and about some guy who is in
trouble for calling the Andaluz people lazy.
The Communist boy was telling me that the Duquessa has a bad reputation
that she doesn’t deserve, but that she pulls a lotof strange faces because she
is old and ill…
Tapas in Pedrito’s. Then Jenna, Dave and I went to Al-Bayyassa
for another of the tapas especial – black pudding in a thin batter – basically like
a black pudding Bhajya. We chatted for a bit, Jenna and I are trying
to plan a trip to the beach, and then she went home. Dave and I went to Palacio Salcedo and had
the migas. We then had an hour long
conversation ranging from US politics to where Dave had applied to for next
year.
Friday – Didn’t have my 8.15! Had fun with the Cell song with my 2nd
years. And then my last two classes were
cancelled.
Band again and I found out that we
have a concert next Saturday and that I get to play at least once during Semana
Santa. Fran (non-bilingual 3/4th year in Vandelvira) came in, sat down and said "hello" in English, I asked him "que tal?" he responded first in Spanish and then in English. He had never done that before. The he was laughing about how he was a brilliant bilingual. Made me smile anyway.
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