I think I slept for five hours and arrived at 8 sharp to school. My task of the day was supervising an official Spanish exam to a dyslexic girl. I felt kind of important. While she was doing it I was reading some grammar fun activities from a book that I’ve been trying to give back to some old boss for a year now.
And after school I went to eat with my group of students that were preparing for the same exam, to celebrate a little bit after a month of hard studying. And it’s my last day as well but yet again it didn’t feel like the last one because yesterday already felt like the last one. And anyway I have to work for two hours on Monday. Nice.
• 25 May 2012 • View comments
A sad day. My last day with a group that’s been with me since March, that group with the fun chinese people and Sungjun and some others that already left. I took them all to the coffee place where my exhibition is and asked them to choose one to create a story. The cat with seven lives. The ship that sails from Europe to Australia and is captured by pirates. The boy and the girl that fall in love in Geography class.
It’s weird because it’s a Thursday and Thursdays can’t feel like last days. I’m working tomorrow but doing a completely different thing. And even though tomorrow I have to be there at 8 in the morning I went to a presentation of a photography book and to see a documentary about Georges Rousse that I saw with my mouth opened.
• 24 May 2012 • View comments
The jacaranda trees are in full bloom, even falling and starting to create the purple carpet on the floor.
And yet again a very long Wednesday including a non-prepared class that went okay including a new student and including an early dinner in McDonalds before going to the cinema. This must be the place. It was so great and unique, and the fact that the song by Talking Heads was constantly in the movie made it extra nice, including little dance moves and whistling from my seat.
• 23 May 2012 • View comments
A golden mystery on the street. It’s almost absurd going home to have lunch at three.
Eurovision semifinal. Before meeting Óttar I had never paid attention to Eurovision before, but it’s kind of a fun tradition in Iceland to see it and meet fun people and have some fun food together and make fun of it all. So that’s what we did. Caffeine free Pepsi and pizza and chips. Iceland is going to the final with some lady with very blonde hair that plays violin.
• 22 May 2012 • View comments
I told my boss I’m going to London and picked up the Swiss student I’m having this week in the morning. She was hidden between lots of American students.
It’s my last long Monday and I had lunch with other teachers. We all had food from the chinese place in front of the school, even though I promised not to eat that ever again. That bougainvillea on the way to the supermarket.
• 21 May 2012 • View comments
And once again I woke up early to get a train. I haven’t really rested this weekend at all, and I really needed it. But anyway. I could go to the photo market and there were three kids around and some people came to speak to me to say nice things about my pictures. Some random old woman: ‘but have you really taken these?’
Lunch at home and dinner in grandma’s while watching a Christmas movie. My grandma loves Christmas movies, it doesn’t really matter the time she watches them. It’s cold again and as we walked to the station I put more and more clothes that I kept in my backpack. A flowery short jacket on a long blue jacket. We took the train a bit later and I got only half an hour of the home cosyness I’ve been needing these days. Nothing.
• 20 May 2012 • View comments
I woke up in my small bed. I went to the photo market with my postcards and met some photographer that was my table neighbour and I wanted to stay but I had to get two trains to work. Córdoba, once again. An unknown castle on the way.
A shared umbrella and only one soaked sock and the same group from Emory University in the US that comes to Spain every year. I was with them last time as well, and both times were the only times I’ve got a bit nervous when explaining the history of the place and the mosque. Too much like groundhog day, a year after. The same teachers and even the same words and jokes in the bus.
• 19 May 2012 • View comments
