British Guilt

Have had somewhat of a stuttering start to life in the school, while in my first “bach” class the teacher asked if anyone had any questions for me, one student (looking altogether thoroughly unimpressed with me and refusing to meet my eye), asked me very pointedly “why does everyone else have to learn English, but the English don't learn any other languages?” Tried to reassure him that it was the Government's fault, or the British empire's, and attempted to unleash some of my Spanish at him (courtesy of duolingo) to demonstrate that I was at least trying to learn. Still looking thoroughly unsure, he returned to his seat. There weren't any questions from the rest of the class....

So imagine my relief when the 1^st of ESO students asked me who my favourite football team was, if I had any brothers or sisters, what Spanish I knew, and if I liked the food! Altogether all my other introductions have gone smoothly, at the moment I am pretty much just observing: reading out a few passages from a textbook being my only hard graft.

Still, the teachers are all very welcoming and I had a lovely walk around the riverbed park earlier, cannot wait to ride a bike down the entire length (apparently you can hire at one end and drop off at the other). The flat is lovely, and the train ride mildly scenic, have caught myself on more than one occasion staring wishfully at the mountains (a team hike is in the pipeline). Just off now to plan my first lesson, have been thrown in the shallow end with “Comparative Adjectives” while Chris has been doing conditionals and the present perfect continuous, so I'm counting myself lucky.

All in all looking forward to what the future holds. I'll update with pictures when I find somewhere to get the film developed! ¡Hasta luego!