Wednesday was a thoroughly enjoyable day for many reasons! The perfect balance of getting new clothes, sunshine, food and dramas.
The day started quite relaxed but also with focus. Time to get myself a skirt. There’s a party happening on Saturday eve and all I have are dresses. No pretty top and jeans combo. Nada. Everyone else always seems to wear pretty tops and trousers so I always feel slightly out of place. Not massively so, but a little. So, with my eyes on the prize, I got myself up early and was about to go on my way when Marta said she’d come with me. Fab. Another pair of eyes and opinions. This could work thinks me. I was thinking particularly of a skirt I had seen the other day in a shop and set my sights on finding it in the same shop (ver) but in a different branch.
Oh the joys! When we arrived at ver and there was one skirt left, and it was in my size! Hallelujah! Since when does that happen? Must be a sign. I was just limbering myself up to part with my hard earned cash and buy the beloved skirt, when Marta surprised me and told me she’d buy it for me as an early birthday present. First birthday present of the year! (If anyone else fancies getting me a present early, I am officially now taking them 😉). Double hurrah! The feeling of having a new piece of clothing is one of the best I feel. With my cash back in my pocket and a new skirt in my wardrobe, we hit some more shops for a wander around. After a while of wandering we split up, with me walking back to the apartment whilst Marta ran some errands.
The next few hours passed by without incident. I spent my time thinking about what I’m going to do for my classes on Friday (I’m teaching back to back again, was only told on Tuesday Eve so not much time to plan! Thank goodness I had all my 1:1s planned for this week) and having lunch etc. Marta taught me how to make an omelette which was exciting. I know they’re super easy to make but I always end up with scrambled eggs. But not today. What it is to be alive!
Soon it was time for me to go off to Camelot for my 1:1s so, with my rucksack in hand, off I go. My first student arrived. “hello! How are you?!” I exclaim and he replies “good! Well. Soso” and I cry “oh! Why so?” And as a response he says “well… My boyfriend and I.. he broke up with me”. … Say WHAT! The day before I had a 1:1 with him and he was talking about his boyfriend, how in love they are etc. To find out they’d broken up was a bit of a shock for me. If it was a shock for me, how much more would it have been for him! Turns out it had happened about an hour before our class. Ooft! To make matters worse, we were supposed to be doing a kind of quiz on love. (It’s called the five love languages. The idea is that there are five ways that people feel most loved and different people feel most loved through different things: words of affirmation, acts of service, physical touch, receiving gifts and quality time). As he was telling me what had happened my brain was rerouting the lesson as I was thinking doing a quiz on love when youve just broken up with someone probably isn’t the one! But, when I said this, he suggested we crack on so off we went.
Then after an hour we finish and my next student comes in. “Hello!!” I exclaim again “How are you?!”. My student “well, I am good. A busy day!”. My interest piques, “oh, how come? What happened?”. “Well,” says my student calmly “my dad came to my work today. And then I noticed he had little pulse so I had to call an ambulance and he’s now in hospital”.. WHAT!?.. “But he’s okay they’ve done tests and he will be discharged tomorrow but everything is okay”. Thank goodness. I know my students dad is the one who has the heart issues but, my poor heart! Can’t take any more drama 😂 found this all to be completely ridiculous and hilarious but not hilarious at the same time but also hilarious. Know what I mean? Just the way things came about 😂
Well anyhow, thankfully the rest of our lesson proceeded without any more drama and I thoroughly enjoyed it. The funny thing is, this particular student is quite chill, very sweet and studies really hard. He has no particular need for learning English just enjoys it and always tries to use the new words or phrases I’ve taught him. It had been his birthday on Monday so I was asking him questions surrounding birthdays to get him to speak. He told me that when he was younger he drank too much and went to too many parties and in his mind he is aged 26. He said he loves to throw a party and usually each year throws several for his birthday. This picture of him drinking when he was younger and going to parties is quite hilarious as he’s like a grown up teddy bear and it just amuses me 😂

Once the hour and a half was up, I meandered back home and started making cookies. (Shout out to Emma Green for providing me, some years ago, with the best recipe for cookies which I still use!). This is quite an operation as the dough makes so many and you need multiple trays and a bucketload of chocolate to chop up. About two hours later I finish and start to wash up. With one bowl left to wash up it slipped from my fingers and smash! Obviously my brain thought, ya know what Nadia? Youve been in this kitchen your whole life. How can you wash something if it’s smashed? Perfect solution. I joke, I joke, felt super bad! Darn my butter fingers…

Well anyways, the purpose of making the cookies was because I was going to the Echevarria’s house for dinner with some pals from the church for “pollo al disco”. Pollo al disco, as it turned out, was basically this huge wok (wok? woc? Wock? Whock? What even is this implement. Also why’s it even called a wok/woc/wock/whock?) -i was going to say cauldron for the lolz but that wouldn’t quite be accurate – over a blazing fire outside with all of the yummies in. Chicken, rice peppers etc. Well anyways, I was faintly relieved that it was just chicken and no dancing was to be involved. When I read the message about it saying “would you like to come for pollo al disco” I was like, surely it’s not gonna be chicken then dancing 🤔 anyhow, it was super super super yummy! 😋 and we had cookies for pudding 😋




Twas a really lovely evening! Got there at about 9.30, started eating around 10.30/11ish I think and by 1am was feeling pretty knackered and ready to go anytime. About an hour and a half later the leaving process started 😂 for an English person, this is super late! I have learnt that there’s no point getting in a stress about it. It will be what it will be 😂 on the plus side, I think I can follow more group conversation now!!! It’s still hard for me to contribute, though I did a little yesterday 💪 but I think I can understand more so hurrah! And even tho I was tired and it was super late I was still understanding a fair amount of it. Learning a language is so weird. How do I just know some of the words now? I suppose I probably am translating it in my head but not consciously! Weird. They were trying to explain a Spanish word to me and I was like “oh, it’s like ademas” which was SUPER weird because I forgot that ademas is a Spanish word. And I was like. Uh. What does that even mean? Couldn’t even remember but it was the right kind of word 😂 freaked myself out with that one.

Anyways, got home and into bed at 3 am! Texted my sister like, “I’m just going to bed and you’re probably just getting up” and she was!! Weird. Always hate it when that happens 😂
Well, there endeth a hilarious and lovely 24 hours! I will probably go back and write a blog post about my whole week so might be a bit out of kilter (soz) but thought today (well, yesterday) was very worthy to report on fully 😂 also, I nearly captioned this blog post “heartbreak and heart attacks” for the lolz because I thought it’d be funny and also my post views would go through the roof 😏 but alas, it would have ruined the punchline of my story so had to withhold from doing so. Alas…






















































