All good things must come to an end as I found out this
Monday when it was time to say goodbye to England and hola once more to Spain.
Weighed down with even more shoes and enough tea to last the year I was ready
and excited to start the second half of my Spanish adventure.
After spending the majority of Christmas sleeping until
midday and watching Midsomer Murders with mum the 6am start on Tuesday was
particularly difficult. However, by Thursday the early starts had once again
become part of my routine. It was nice seeing the pupils and staff at school, and I discovered the Spanish tradition of eating 12 grapes on New Year’s
Eve as the clock strikes twelve. I had brought back some chocolates and crumpets
for the teachers which earned me extra brownie points, although not enough it
would seem to make them forget that I didn’t teach on Monday as unfortunately I
still have to make up those hours, which means I have a very long and horrible
Monday in a few weeks’ time.
This week has consisted of catching up with friends in
Bilbao over many long lunches and nights in filled with movies and wine. It was
nice going home but it’s now given me more motivation to make the most of the
last six months. Bring it on.
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