I was so happy I had finally gotten a roommate and settling
into the apartment was coming along very nicely. Maria was a big help with how to get around,
where the grocery stores were and had good suggestions for different restaurants. I was starting to get excited for the course
to start to have some kind of schedule to my very chaotic life. I have class everyday and the typical day is
from 11am to 2:30pm, if I am teaching I will have to come earlier or stay
later. This was not going to be a
problem for me; I mean my workdays were much longer in Chicago!
(the apartment building)
(my little room!)
So Monday, August 6th rolled around and it was
the first day of class, I did not know what to expect. There are a total of 5 of us in the class and
2 more students would be joining us in 2 weeks.
I have never been in such a small class before! No slacking off I guess! My teachers are Stephen and Kerry; Stephen is
British and makes fun of my accent, even though I can’t understand him a lot of
the times and Kerry is from New York.
The first day of class went well, started out going for coffee (would be
awesome if everyday started like this!) and then we reviewed English grammar
and got to know each other.
The other people in my class besides Nicolle, include
Tamara, Kelly and Peter. Tamara is from
Tennessee but has lived all over the world and is currently living in Denmark,
she has been teaching for about 10 years.
Kelly is from Detroit and was living in Abu Dhabi and wants to go to
Korea to teach after the course. Peter
is 20 years old and from New York, he plans on staying in Barcelona after the
course. Everyone gets along great and it
seems like it will be a lot of fun going out all together!
The class itself is going well, it is quick paced but it is
a lot of common sense. There was more
homework than I expected to have to do, but I am getting by; Iowa taught me
well!! The first week of class went by
very quickly and I taught one class all by myself by Thursday. I taught a beginners level, we talked about
food/drink/sports and what they like and don’t like. It was a lot of fun and very rewarding when
you could tell by their faces that they understood.
Other than class during the day, nights were a lot of fun
also this past week. A friend I met in
London and hung out with for a few nights there was actually going to be
traveling through Barcelona Sunday-Tuesday, so we got to hang out and I showed
him the city a bit since I have been here for almost 2 weeks by now. It was a lot of fun walking around the beach,
La Rambla, Parc Guell and drinking sangria.
(Street Performers are everywhere!)
Then last night, Friday, my classmates decided to go out for
the celebration of getting through our first week of class! Went started out at
The Obama Bar, yes as in the President.
There is a life-size statue of him and the bar is all decked out in
American/British/African décor, there was a lot going on in the bar and was a
bit confused how it all related. It is
very strange all of the bars around Barcelona have people standing outside the
bars trying to get people to come in, and they give away free shots if you do
get a drink. So throughout the night we went
to a few other bars with the shot deal and it turned into a little
barcrawl. After The Obama Bar we ended
up at an Irish Bar, so much for being in Barcelona! The Irish place had live music and it
reminded me a lot of the bars back home because it was very big with multiple
levels. After that bar we decided to go
to a terrace restaurant along Rambla and indulge in sangria, there was some
great people-watching and decided to then check out the club scene.
(we decide he looked a bit like Bush and just recently painted)
Since Barcelona is so old, there are not many places that
have air-conditioning. Or if they do, it
is an air-conditioner mounted on the wall and it is more like a fan. Well, needless to say the club we went to did
not have air-conditioning and it was ridiculously hot in there. The club was a lot of fun and ladies got in
for free with a free shot, can’t beat that!
We stayed there awhile and then decided it was time to go; we got on our
bus and since we live so far away I asked the bus driver to let us know exactly
what stop we were supposed to get off at.
Well he told us to get off, but it was the wrong stop and we ended up
walking about 45 minutes trying to find the apartment. Eventually we recognized where we were and
got back to the apartment as the sun was coming up, dang those Spanish people
not knowing directions!


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