Cáceres: La Edad Media

Saint Jorge, patron saint of Cáceres, and DRAGONSLAYER

The academy

Last week I started doing private lessons.  This means tutoring outside of school. I joined an academia or academy which is like after school lessons that are run by this Irish guy.  I also picked up 3 hours of clases particulares, which are essentially one on one or one on two tutoring sessions.  The hardest part was just starting.  All the kids want to improve their English, but they don't know what they need to improve on, so I would play around with some things that I found difficult when learning Spanish.  This one family is worried that the younger daughter will speak English better than the older daughter, therefore they scheduled two hours for the older daughter.  To avoid having the younger feel left out, they still scheduled one hour with her.  The other family is really nice, the only bad thing is that they live a 40 minute walk away from me.  As of right now, thankfully, I work at the academy right before I go to their place saving me some time.

Me kissing some guys toes for good luck

Also, this past weekend I finally got to return to Cáceres.  Cáceres was where we had my orientation and I was there for about 20 hours.  They boasted about the old part and how we should take advantage of the 4 waking hours that we had and visit the parte antigua.  Well, we obviously didn't get a chance to do that, but this time we did!  I went with my friend Tom and we met up with my study abroad friend, Mariel, who is doing the same program but in Cáceres.  We actually went to eat at an all you can eat buffet that compares to Golden Corral with a slightly more Asian theme.  Then she and her roommate took me out on the town on Friday night to some of the more popular spots of Cáceres.  To be honest, Badajoz has a better night life.  On Saturday, we met up with my roommate's boyfriend, Pedro (remember him?) who took us on a full out tour of the ancient part of the city.

Can you see the water?

This place is incredible.  It is as if you were catapulted or trebuchetted in the Middle Ages.  It was so well maintained that it felt like you were there.  We saw a lot of churches and museums.  In one of them, they had an aljibe, the word for an Arab bath.  This would store rain water that would eventually go to the town's people.  This one actually still stored water and there was water when we went down, underground, to see it.


After the aljibe, we went to find some food.  We went to this really nice, artsy place in the middle of the middle aged part of the city.  The food, yet again, was spectacular.  We had solomillo, a meat with cheese.  I even had felafel, and loved it.  Food is just sooo good here. Yes, it deserved that many o's in that sentence.  Afterwards, we drove up this mountain to see Cáceres from a bird's eye view.  That was amazing also.  Then Pedro had to go as the Real Madrid v. Barcelona game was on and we were about to head back to Badajoz.

Cáceres from atop a mountain

The way we got back to Badajoz was interesting.  There is this website called Blablacar.  People post if they are headed from one place to another and if they have room to carry others.  The three of us (because Mariel wanted to see Badajoz) got a ride from this man for almost half the cost of the bus and for half the time it would've taken.  It worked out really well.  He was a rugby player who grew up in Badajoz, had a girlfriend in Cáceres and works in Madrid.  I felt really bad that all three of us fell asleep in his car.  Not too bad because he was getting paid, but still, he was a nice guy.

Tom and I watched part of the game

On Sunday, Tom and I showed Mariel all of our favorite places of Badajoz with the pretense that it was not nearly as pretty as Cáceres.  Then she left and I went on a run and took this picture of the sunset. I don't know why I don't run with my actual camera.

P.S. I know I have not been fulfilling my promise of writing once a week...which is evident from the two posts I posted today when I haven't posted in three weeks.  I think it feels like my life here is just like my life at home, so writing about it would be as if I wrote about my life in the States except that every time that I said, "I went to get coffee in the USA," I would replace 'the USA' with Spain."  So, I can't promise a new post every week...but you can check every week just in case!

Yo Te Tengo que Bigote una Pregunta

October 20th, 2013

A caracol I found

So, where did we leave off?  I have been teaching for 3 weeks now and it's going great.  Last week I taught photosynthesis by explaining that plants need ingredients to make their own food...and the example food was a cheeseburger.  If they lost their focus in class, I would just say hamburguesa and they would look right back to the board. (Interesting plant fact, all of the Carbon that plant uses to for everything including leaves, stems, and roots, comes from the air.  Plants literally appear out of thin air).  I also saw kids spell the number 1 as "juan" which made me laugh.

I started running through the town with my roommates and going to the gym. Kilos are really killing me though.  The conversion is 2.2 lbs = 1 kilo, but man it's still difficult to do at the gym.  It was funny because I would stop at times just to take a picture.  This is a really nice city.

This past weekend I was going to go to Cáceres, the city with the medieval structures.  However, we were celebrating my roommate's birthday on Saturday.  So I had to throw away my plans and had a blast with a group of 15 Spaniards.

First, we went to this bar called Taberna Bigote, which means mustache bar.  There was a private room for us downstairs that had different types of mustaches all over the wall.  Most were in English so they were asking me what they all meant.  They got a little carried away though and asked me a word that was actually a Spanish word!  The food was also exquisite.  We had goat cheese with caramelized onions, bacalao dorado (thin potatoes with egg and fish...yes fish.  You can't even taste it though), croquetas (a fried mashed potato), and meat.  The meat is so good here!

After lunch, we went back to my place where I got some real one on one time with my roommates friends.  Really, each one of them wanted to talk to me.  Some highlights were: this Spanish girl who had read all 5 books of A Song of Ice and Fire (Game of Thrones), Pedro, my roommates boyfriend, who promised to show me Cáceres when I go, and this guy who wanted to learn all of the dirty English words.  Obviously, I'm a teacher so I had to oblige.

Sunset over the River

Y ya está.  And that's that.  A great weekend to practice my Spanish.  I've

Primera Semana de Clases

Tower Espantaperros in Badajoz

As you all hopefully remember, last week I had my first week of classes.  I work 3 hours a day, 4 days a week, at two different schools.  Honestly, I was a little nervous at first.  I don't know what Spanish classes are like, I don't know how the children act, or more specifically, I don't know how they act around a foreigner.  Now, I would say I have a really good grasp of the Spanish language.  It has improved significantly since I arrived here in Spain.  That being said, when people, or worse, children, start speaking at 1.6 kilometers per minute, I can't seguir el ritmo, or keep up.  That's my fear.  If kids say something, in Spanish, about me and I don't understand, I don't want them to think they can get away with anything.  And of course my professor can help, but they can't hear everything.

I can't say that after a week of teaching that I still don't fear that, but I don't worry as much.  I don't worry because this past week has been AMAZING.  Teaching is something that I've always felt natural doing.  I love standing in the center of the room.  I love explaining things in different ways for different people.  I especially love boards (of the chalk or white variety).  This job has given me just that.

"Always by your side" - Anonymous

I work at two schools.  One is in Publa de Obando, a pueblo 35 minutes away from Badajoz.  Compared to my city school, this one does not have nearly as many commodities.  The English teacher who I work with the most is incredible. She speaks English nearly perfectly and is a great teacher.  The other one at the school isn't so great.  Her accent is off and it doesn't appear that she knows a lot of vocab.  One of my first classes was with the latter and I kind of took over because a.) it was science and b.) it didn't seem like she knew what she was talking about.  As I stated above, I love teaching, so this did not really bother me.

The other thing about this school is that I teach kids in 2nd grade up until 6th grade.  The 2nd graders are terrible.  They talk all the time in Spanish.  A couple of them just laugh at me when I talk.  I imagine this is the same as when kids in the United States laugh at someone speaking a foreign language because it seems funny to them.  They do know their stuff though: we did flashcards of numbers and colors and I would say 90% got theirs right.

Me, out with my roommates (the three on the left)

Otherwise, the other grades are fine.  3rd grade has 4 kids in it with disabilities ranging from ADHD to Aspergers to extreme Autism.  Once the kids get settled, they are fine.  The older kids are just great though.  You can tell they want to learn English because they try really hard in class.  Today, they told me the date entirely in English without any prompts.  My teacher said that they have never done that before.

The other school is just the opposite.  Most of the teachers speak English really well.  I only teach 5th and 6th grade and they are extremely eager to learn English.  I don't teach as much as I do in the smaller school, but I do get to read stories or pronounce things.  The funniest thing is when I encounter a British word and I don't know what it is at first.  Fancy Dress is a costume.  Who knew?  I told them that it was cooler just to say costume.

Courtyard of the school in the pueblo

Overall, teaching has been a blast and the days go by so quickly.  The worst is when I have a free period because I don't know what to do with myself.  Preparing for class is easy and I don't mind going off the cuff.  Or I'll work with the teacher to see what they have prepared.  Now, I'm looking for another job to supplement this one.  I called an Academy today and I'm also offering one on one English classes to anyone that asks.  Vamos a ver if anything comes of it.  You will be the first ones to know.



Enjoy the pictures that have nothing to do with the blog!

¡Hasta luego!

Spanish Words of the Week:
colchón - mattress
murciélago - bat
carnet - license

Las Jornadas: Una Mirada A Mi Trabajo

Badajóz Town Hall

Last Thursday, the government of Extremadura invited us auxiliares to Cáceres, another city in Extremadura, for orientation.  Cáceres actually a cool city because the older part has a lot of Medieval buildings. (It gets even more interesting because Badajóz has distinct Muslim buildings and Mérida, another city, has Roman ruins including an amphitheater and aqueduct.) This orientation was really important, mainly to meet people from the region and the other people placed in Badajóz.  They also spent hours telling us things that they already told us in emails.  That was less fun.

On the second day, an auxiliar that was in his third year gave a presentation and that was what we really needed.  He spoke in English and Spanish (because the program I'm doing has a French, German, and Portuguese component) and gave us more information about what we'll actually be doing.  He was funny and we all really appreciated it.

Badajóz Theater

Badajóz Cathedral

BaAnother good thing about this orientation was that it brought us face to face with out tutor, which is essentially our mentor throughout this program.  I had already met mine last week, so I was already sitting next to her when they were reading out namess.  Her name is Anna and she is really really nice.  She speaks English really well and she studied for a year in Ireland, a time which equals my trip to Granada.  The best thing was that she really wanted to show me my other school that I'd be teaching in.  I really had no desire to go to a small town just to meet people since it would be a 30 min bus drive.  Anna was really helping me out by taking time out of her day so we could visit Puebla de Obando.

Arab Tents

The school is about half the size of CEIP San Fernando in Badajóz.  The director was really nice and showed us around.  We stopped at the English class where we met Maria, the English substitute who was working because the normal teacher was pregnant.  She is a lot younger than my mentor is so we planned to get drinks on the following day.

Arab Dancers

I met Maria and her boyfriend at an Australian bar that he worked at.  The only thing that made it Australian were the paintings of koalas on the walls.  Anyways, the three of us talked for hours about where to visit in Extremadura and especially Portugal.  Then we talked about the Spanish economy and some of the history into that.  It actually felt like an intercambio because we were speaking in both English and Spanish.  Maria definitely had a distinct British accent that I don't see often with non-native speakers.

Owl

The other interesting thing that happened was Al Mussassa, an Arabic festival that came to Badajóz.  It celebrates the founding of Badajóz by Ibn Marwan.  This event also happens in Badaóz's sister city of Marvão in Portugal.  A bunch of Arabs set up tents near the old part of the city and sold typical Arabaic stuff like tapestries and genie lamps.  They also set up tents where people could hold owls, eagles, and hawks.  That was my favorite part of this whole thing.

So that was last week in a nutshell...A giant nutshell.  Stay tuned for this week's tales from the classroom.