Well anyway, plough on I will; I'll try and get a shitload of entries from here on out; mostly pics I admit it'll be, but I'll add a dash of commentary here and there and presto, hopefully I'll make up for it somewhat.
So the title for the post is unfortunately accurate, I don't have much longer in fair Spain, I'll be saying goodbye to fair weather and fine food and many things in between soon enough....
Although saying that, it would just be my luck to travel here on the worst summer for 200 years or some crud...
Since I've been in Spain I've been consistently trying to keep up with time, I don't no where its gone - its constantly been slipping through my fingers. I've been busy, its been good, I've enjoyed it. Saying that though, I don't think I've ever reached levels of tiredness before that I've reached whilst in Spain, yikes its been non-stop. Have I really learnt anything from it? Have I taken away some valuable lessons in endurance and tenacity? Or have I merely become some sort of hyped-up, psycho drug-fiend, ploughing on through cocaine, hashish, chemicals with names that sound like dinosaurs and enough herbal remedies/highs to kill a small hamster like some sort of unemotional robot trying to find sanity in a pill and blissful amounts of energy which is much needed to keep children and teenagers constantly entertained..... I kid, I kid, a momentary indulgence to make myself out to be some sort of hunter s thompson character - only one who spends his day relentlessly regurgitating the abc song and here we go round the mulberry bush.... On reflection it doesn't sound impressive but just merely makes me come across as some sort of infantile sycophantic impersonator - and a bad one at that.
So I'll stop with the rubbish and indulgence, time will tell what Spain's taught me. But I can confirm one thing, its taught me the beginning's of the language. It was a strange thing when it happened and I'm still not sure what provoked it exactly but, almost out of nowhere and after seemingly putting large amounts of energy into learning the language and still not really understanding what the hell people or the kids are talking about.... well all of a sudden my ears kinda tuned in. Suddenly the kids would talk and those strange accented noises that came from their mouths.. well I knew what they meant.
I'm not saying I understand the language completely and I still got a long way to go, for the most part I still don't know what the hell the teachers are talking about at lunch, but I can now have a conversation with someone. Of course my Spanish is broken and bent, but they understand me and I understand them - now when the kids say something to me in Spanish I don't just ignore it and repeat the instructions in English, I now respond to whatever they said in English, and alot of the time they are astonished that I can understand them, some even say (in Spanish of course) wow he can speak our language. Its a good feeling I tells ya. Hopefully I can hold onto that when I get back to old blighty and continue my learning's.
Of course sometimes I don't understand, but I really tuned in somehow and I seem to be learning alot more alot faster now my brain has made sense of what was once just noise. A mystery it is learning another language, but a rewarding one it certainly is.
Anyho, its late as always and the tiredness is building in me to toxic levels once again, so I'll upload some photos and let you enjoy.
Some of these are merely random snaps, some are from Tarragona - the great city with Roman Ruins and an important cultural and historical city which was once the capital of Spain - which I went to with my lovely girlfriend and others are here and there....
Enjoy, Adeu!
Me and a couple of the kids from the school. I took this class for the last time today as from next week I'll only be working half days, so it was with a heavy heart that I said goodbye to the little shits...
Adeu xx
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