-Starting private tutoring sessions (I stopped working at the academy in my apartment building because the director was driving me crazy, showing up at my apartment all the time and changing my schedule on me...I'd rather work for myself without an absent-minded boss. I can make just as much money, so I might as well be boss-less and free). Yesterday I taught a boy who reminded me of my little brother, Ezra and made me miss him! Today I taught a very eager, energetic girl who's obsessed with One Direction. It was rewarding to teach them because they both really wanted to learn, unlike some of the kids in my classes in Miajadas, who persist in responding with "hola" when I say "hello" to them.
-Discovering that the reason a box of croissants I'd bought had magically disappeared this morning was because my roommate's dog ate them (the empty box was discovered in his little spot on the terrace). I thought my roommates had stolen them and was about to second-guess myself for thinking they seem like good companions. I'm sad about the lack of croissants (they were so good!) but I'm glad only the dog is too blame. (And according to his owner, he has a very strong stomach, so I'm not too worried about his well-being).
-Going out with my friend, Caroline, with the intention of seeing a movie, but ending up lost in the maze that's the Old City. We never found the theater, but we had our bags of candy we'd brought with us to eat at the movies. So we went to a bar and awkwardly munched on the candy while drinking wine until a waiter came over and sternly asked us whether we were finished. "¡Sí!" I said, my mouth full of candy.
-Teaching first graders at my new school in Cáceres. I asked the students what they like to do after school, and most of them said they liked to play sports, play video games, see friends, etc. But one girl said she liked to go to her friend's house so she could kiss her friend's brother. This type of lack of embarrassment is why I love first-graders.
-Finding a new trail to run on. (I'm obsessed with finding running trails!) Before my discovery, I was making lots of laps around a somewhat small park, but this trail seems to stretch on endlessly, winding around fields of tall grass; crumbling, graffiti-covered walls; and cottages where small, peaceful dogs stare at me as I go by (dogs here are much less yappy and territorial than in the U.S.).
-Spending the entire day last Saturday at one of my fellow teacher's country house with about 20 of her friends. We literally sat and ate from 11am to 12pm. When we weren't eating lunch or dinner, we were munching on olives, cheese, cakes, and chips. When I recounted this experience to several Spaniards, they told me that this type of excessive sitting and eating is very normal in Spain.
-Discovering that the reason a box of croissants I'd bought had magically disappeared this morning was because my roommate's dog ate them (the empty box was discovered in his little spot on the terrace). I thought my roommates had stolen them and was about to second-guess myself for thinking they seem like good companions. I'm sad about the lack of croissants (they were so good!) but I'm glad only the dog is too blame. (And according to his owner, he has a very strong stomach, so I'm not too worried about his well-being).
-Going out with my friend, Caroline, with the intention of seeing a movie, but ending up lost in the maze that's the Old City. We never found the theater, but we had our bags of candy we'd brought with us to eat at the movies. So we went to a bar and awkwardly munched on the candy while drinking wine until a waiter came over and sternly asked us whether we were finished. "¡Sí!" I said, my mouth full of candy.
-Teaching first graders at my new school in Cáceres. I asked the students what they like to do after school, and most of them said they liked to play sports, play video games, see friends, etc. But one girl said she liked to go to her friend's house so she could kiss her friend's brother. This type of lack of embarrassment is why I love first-graders.
-Finding a new trail to run on. (I'm obsessed with finding running trails!) Before my discovery, I was making lots of laps around a somewhat small park, but this trail seems to stretch on endlessly, winding around fields of tall grass; crumbling, graffiti-covered walls; and cottages where small, peaceful dogs stare at me as I go by (dogs here are much less yappy and territorial than in the U.S.).
-Spending the entire day last Saturday at one of my fellow teacher's country house with about 20 of her friends. We literally sat and ate from 11am to 12pm. When we weren't eating lunch or dinner, we were munching on olives, cheese, cakes, and chips. When I recounted this experience to several Spaniards, they told me that this type of excessive sitting and eating is very normal in Spain.
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| Me and My New Friend! (I don't know too many people here so I have to make due with statues for now). There was a woman who used to always sell newspapers in this spot. When she passed away, this statue was constructed in her honor. I know it was with good intentions, but there's something quite morbid about replacing a human being with metal... |
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