Well, loads has happened, including the wedding, my amigo Dan arriving, more drunken nights out, a family do yesterday celebrating Laura´s mother´s (neus) 60th bday where I got a porron taken away from me because it´s "not the way in Catalonia" - a misunderstanding to be honest; oh "pour on pour on" I thought they were shouting in Spanish as I downed that wine by the litre (turns out they was just calling it by its name) - plenty of sunshine, a week or so of rain and normal school days and bizarre school days.
This post is weird because its like 2 in 1; that is I wrote a draft on the 2/5 and I'm now updating it. Within that time frame Dan has come and gone, I've had less drunken nights, I've seen Django Unchained, I'm running out of money and am now learning Spanish in earnest. This is where most of my focus is right now, I'm still devoting the right amount of time to planning lessons and things but not all my time anymore - it was eating up all of it before, bloody greedy time-eating lesson planning!
Anyhooo, coming back to the aforementioned bizarre school days, I was mostly thinking of today where with some of the secondary kids - the ones whose english is real good cos its their second language - we went over a short story I put together with aload of obsolete words such as pussyvan, spermologer and lunting....
For those interested in archaic language check out my inspiration: 18 obsolete words which shouldn't be.
It went down funny, but again if the words pussyvan or spermologer get back to either the teachers or parents I'm sure I'm in for it......
Why don't I just do something normal like teach them the past simple..... or the imperfect present.......
(Weathers taken a turn for the better, I´m sunburnt from yesterday´s excursions, Dan´s also sunburnt and finally I´ve got loads of photos to share, so I´ll do that. It may be both better and easier if I just write descriptions of the pics, a la commentary style rather than just trying to describe those aformentioned events. We´ll see what happens, Anyway gotta dash, I´m working Much amore, Adeu!)
Thats bracketed cos it was from the 2nd, but yer I got sunburnt at neus's do.
Anyways, here's some pics from the wedding - I'm out of time once again, but will try and post some pics from the different things which have been going on with a wee bit of commentary - again time's never abundant in Spain, so forgive me if its brief (or congratulate me on my brevity or just enjoy not having to read all my waffle), so here we are;
These are various ones of me in the band, banging away on a bongo, general drunken people, snapsnots and poses & the one of me with a frozen flannel is exactly that; I'd chucked it in the freezer the night before, forgot about it cos I'd had too many mojitos and it molded into this weird but highly conceptual damien hirst-style art-sculpture thing, of which I took full credit, and the wedding guests all agreed it was brilliance itself and many congratulated me on my obvious artistic talent albeit only coming to light through drunkenness.
That's Montserrat that, which I snapped from the car on the way back from the wedding.
A few weeks later on a saturday morning I got up at 6 and spent 5 hours hiking up that mountain accompanied by some of the school teachers and students, a heck load more La Sallians i.e. people from the many La Salle schools in Catalonia, and a few casual workers who like an arduous trek that time in the morning to compliment there weetabix.Apparently, there was something like 1500 people doing that climb, not too bad at all. Not to mention some of those people trekked all the way from Barcelona itself! This being a 10hour hike, those brave enough to do it would have to start at 5pm the day before and go on through the night. I wasn´t up for that.... My starting point was Manresa, 5hours away.
Anyway, pics of that walk next time and some vid's from the wedding perhaps, well we'll see.. its mostly just drunken bollocks you see at every wedding so we'll see.
Where was the wedding I hear you ask? Somewhere in Catalonia, off the backroads, near somewhere called Caella or something. I'll find out from fam and report back cos its always decent to have at least a half-arsed idea to where you´re located in life......
Anyho, cheers and cheerio,
Adeu!
