Today I had to make my first big choice since 6th year with regards to my future education. I have to choose 6 subjects out of 15 to take to Honours level then I will get selected for three of them in 3rd year and two more in my last year of university.

So here goes. In order of preference:

1. Non-fiction Latin America.
2. Interpreting Skills
3. “Thinking Spain” -  Thinking Spain aims to engage with theoretical approaches to Spanish Peninsular cultural material across the different genre.
4. Spanish Translation Methodology.
5. Mexico: Past, present and future.
6. Catalan.

I’m just hoping there’s enough variety, that I’ve left myself some good options for when I have to decide on real life careers etc. It’s weird having to think about the future already - can’t I just stay on the beach!?

New flatmate. Ake.

This little lady was abandoned by her mum. Now she has three very excited mums. 

I had a really upsetting day when the vermin exterminator took away all the new born kittens. 

However

Nature cannot be stopped, and little Hamish gave birth to these three beauties over the weekend. (I didn’t know Hamish was a she until she gave birth…)

The third week of my time here (I can’t remember if I posted about it) this teacher told me if I wasn’t going to teach his class on my own I shouldn’t bother coming. Well, that’s illegal, because I don’t have any sort of qualification to do so and my job title is “Language Assistant” not “Someone’s Bitch” but rant over…

I still have classes in the teacher’s room, just not with them. They are one of those teachers that puts up lots of (inappropriate) posters and cards in English so that when students get bored and distracted they are forced to be bored and distracted in English. However, A lot of the things this teacher has labelled are in bad English, so today, for a laugh I was correcting them with Post-Its.

It was a joke, obviously, like they had put “Sonets of William Shakespeare” And I put a little “^n” underneath on the Post-It, or he had written “GHOS” instead of “GSOH” so that got a little Post-It too.

There was one on the desk that said “As dead as a door knob - Proverb” which was obviously a reminder for the teacher in question. So over the word “Proverb” I put a little Post-It that said “Simile” 

That is the only one I forgot to take down. The one on the desk. The bitchy, passive aggressive “Simile” correcting this teacher as if I had any sort of authority.

Still, passes the time. Gotta keep myself amused somehow.

Time for a haircut. As this is the front of my head….

Off to Nerja!! 

after a frustrating set of negotiations I am going to Nerja this afternoon. Or thereabouts. I’m so excited because Nerja just reminds me of family holidays with my friend in tow and just sunny, relaxing times! 

I’m planning to enter the British Council Photography competition. Not because I’m an aspiring photographer or because I think I’m particularly good at it in general but because I’ve seen a lot of the more obscure parts of Spain and as a result have pictures of different scenes and festivals instead of four million photos of the Parque de Buen Retiro in Madrid (though I do have photos of that as well!)

Anyways, if some of you could drop me a little note in my ask box saying which of the photos on my blog you think stand a chance at winning that would be really helpful of you. Closing date in June 6th, so you have a while to mull it over!

Thanks in advance for your help! 

x :)

We’ll begin after the massive meal at 11pm. Most of the adults went home, so it was only me, Elena and her sister, Ana and her sister and their friend from home. We sat around drinking a bit, girl chat that sort of thing, then went down to the discoy thing at the outdoor club. There was a live band playing, and God only knows how they did this but they were doing hour and a half sets with a half hour break from ten pm until 7:30am. 7:30am. Ridiculous stamina!! So we had a brilliant dance, some more drinks, then eventually ate more and crashed at about 10 to five in this wagon-tractor thing.

A bit of a blurry photo, but you get the general idea. I’m the one in the Russian hat…

So eventually the band stopped, and we got to sleep - yes, two hours late. When I woke up I thought it must be about 1pm, and that we’d missed the Virgin crossing  the river (hold your horses, spoiler alert!) It was in actual fact 8:42. An hour and a half of sleep. I was dying. But we trooped up to the river and I’m so glad we so it. It was so different to anything we have in Scotland.

First, the tractor passes through…

Then the Virgin…

Then the horses…

Then finally a donkey…

After the hilarity of the run away donkey (for he was not supposed to cross the river!) we all went back to eat some more. And that was our Romeria! Lots of dancing, lots of singing, lots of eating, lots of fun!

Later on at Ana’s house we heard them bringing the Virgin into the church. So much rain and fireworks that the display went a bit off and shot a firework into the crowd. No one was hurt, thankfully, probably due to the never ending rain.