Friday, 27 February 2015

Thursday, 26 February 2015

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Monday, 23 February 2015

The tranquilising effects of Scrabble and my first earthquake

So I might be in the video (again)

I'm now doing mock exams with my Flyers class.

I was sitting in the academy, waiting for class to start and I could hear the thump, thump, thumping of a kid running around outside. I was thinking "For f - " and then the walls shook. It took me a few seconds to realise that miniature human feet can't cause buildings to tremble when my boss came in like "Earthquake?" Apparently, it measured about 5 on the Richter Scale, but the epicentre was two far underground (and also miles away) to cause any damage. But thanks to this earthquake, I have class conversation material for the next week.

Error of judgement

Boss was impressed! Until he saw that the kids had broken the board

And if, to celebrate the end of Monday, you need a good laugh//nightmares, here's a treat:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i17NYO_2UwA

Sunday, 22 February 2015

Friday, 20 February 2015

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

Tuesday, 17 February 2015

The best Valentine's and the worst Pancake Day






Hot on the heels of El Dia De La Mona is Semana Blanca, which means

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Monday, 9 February 2015

Midnight coffee, finally watching a sport on TV and

I lived in Wales for three years but, aside from being in Cardiff for the TEFL course during the Wales v. Scotland game last year and just grumbling from my window, I've managed to avoid the Six Nations. Until now.

St. Patrick's is an Irish themed bar. There are a few like this, Spanish owners and aperitifs but

There's a fake bookshelf of fake British classics, James Joyce and Oscar Wilde watch you from the walls. All that was missing was some haggis and the British experience would have been complete.

I'm not Irish, and I don't care about Rugby, but see a poster for Shakespeare and you're like "Hurr, Britain!"

I'll admit that living in Spain has made me patriotic in a way I never thought I could be.

Here's the thing about culture and Britishness.

It has bitter taste to it, not because of the beauty of the poet or it takes

But because I remember the rainy day I spent in Canterbury this Christmas, and having the best mince pie and best fajitas of my life in the same day. Truly beautiful memories.

Thursday, 5 February 2015

Wednesday, 4 February 2015

All the mystery

Bossy children

Talking about England - WHAT EXACTLY IS WRONG WITH MY ACCENT

Tuesday, 3 February 2015

Monday, 2 February 2015