This could be the start of a new addiction
I don't really know where to begin on this thing but I suppose the start is as good a place as any. I came to Madrid in November of 2003 to do a CELTA course with no intention of settling here, (I'm not one for capital cities and I had a dream of going to Japan to make lots of money and brush up on my Japanese) but in the end I fell in love with a Spaniard and here I've stayed.
(before I continue I want to take this opportunity to invite my Huddersfield friends, who believe that Spain is always sunny, to look at the photo I took of Madrid from my living room window in March this year. Just to prove that Spain isn't all sun, sea and sex on the costa)
When I finished the CELTA course I was offered a job in the same academy and I have been there ever since. (Click here to see the British Language Centre where I spend most of my waking hours.) When I am not teaching in the academy, (or racing to complete a SuDoku in less time than Carol Vorderman) I'm at home playing domestic goddess to Jaime. I have become a dab hand at rustling up divine meals and dividing them into tupperware containers for the next day. In my spare time I like to go to an Olympic-size swimming pool in an attempt to shed the many pounds I have put on since coming here.
Nothing much happens here, things are quiet most of the time. The most exciting thing that is happening soon is the arrival of my family on Wednesday. It's that time again when I have to play interpreter and tour guide extraordinaire whilst my folks traipse around the city and Jaime and my dad both tell stupid jokes that they later want translating.
Whilst on the topic of my family I think I will post a picture of my 16 year old brother so you can all see a visual definition of the 2004 British buzzword, chav. Despite what the article and the photo might lead you to believe I have to say that my brother is a lovely young-man and he is only a chav in the way he dresses, something I am sure he will grow out of......hopefully! I should also add that it isn't always cheap to be chav since Adam's outfit in the photo cost more than most of my wardrobe put together. In fact I managed to buy 3 pairs of shoes for the price of his trainers.
If you are intrigued by all this 'chav' talk you can do the chav test to find out how much of a chav you are. Although, I must point out that if you are from the North of England you are at a distinct disadvantage due to your choice of vocabulary! I'm 39%!
Anyway, that's enough rambling for one night. I get the feeling that this blogging business could get very addictive.
Night Night my lovelies. xx
(before I continue I want to take this opportunity to invite my Huddersfield friends, who believe that Spain is always sunny, to look at the photo I took of Madrid from my living room window in March this year. Just to prove that Spain isn't all sun, sea and sex on the costa)
When I finished the CELTA course I was offered a job in the same academy and I have been there ever since. (Click here to see the British Language Centre where I spend most of my waking hours.) When I am not teaching in the academy, (or racing to complete a SuDoku in less time than Carol Vorderman) I'm at home playing domestic goddess to Jaime. I have become a dab hand at rustling up divine meals and dividing them into tupperware containers for the next day. In my spare time I like to go to an Olympic-size swimming pool in an attempt to shed the many pounds I have put on since coming here.
Nothing much happens here, things are quiet most of the time. The most exciting thing that is happening soon is the arrival of my family on Wednesday. It's that time again when I have to play interpreter and tour guide extraordinaire whilst my folks traipse around the city and Jaime and my dad both tell stupid jokes that they later want translating.
Whilst on the topic of my family I think I will post a picture of my 16 year old brother so you can all see a visual definition of the 2004 British buzzword, chav. Despite what the article and the photo might lead you to believe I have to say that my brother is a lovely young-man and he is only a chav in the way he dresses, something I am sure he will grow out of......hopefully! I should also add that it isn't always cheap to be chav since Adam's outfit in the photo cost more than most of my wardrobe put together. In fact I managed to buy 3 pairs of shoes for the price of his trainers.
If you are intrigued by all this 'chav' talk you can do the chav test to find out how much of a chav you are. Although, I must point out that if you are from the North of England you are at a distinct disadvantage due to your choice of vocabulary! I'm 39%!
Anyway, that's enough rambling for one night. I get the feeling that this blogging business could get very addictive.
Night Night my lovelies. xx
posted by Faye in Spain @ 8:26 AM
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