The time has arrived. Here I am, sitting in my living room in Liverpool – the first time I’ve been back since Christmas – having left Spain for good. I say ‘for good’ with a certain reluctance, because I suspect that one day I’ll be back; I can’t imagine leaving Cuenca, and all the people with whom I’ve forged close bonds, completely in my past.
Since my last post, life has been a whirl of goodbyes and tying up loose ends, and I’ll be the first to admit that it’s been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. While I was very much ready to wave a hearty goodbye to my teaching career (let’s face it, I was never under the impression that it was something I’d want to do in the long-term, and my experience at San José, while brilliant in its way, has done nothing to change that), I was rather less enchanted with the idea of parting with all the lovely people I’d met and, indeed, with Cuenca itself.
But there’s little time for being forlorn, particularly as I have just two weeks of quality time in England before jetting off on my Australian adventure. So, what did I get up to during the last couple of weeks in Spain? Needless to say, they were physically and emotionally exhausting but I feel I saw out my time in Spain in style. In spite of the frankly volatile weather, which was quite regularly lurching indecisively between excessive humid heat and dramatic storms with torrential rain (I was told repeatedly that this sort of climatic behaviour is ‘not normal’ for May – just my luck when all I wanted was a few days of uninterrupted sunbathing!), I’ve managed to squeeze in a fair bit of socialising.
But there’s little time for being forlorn, particularly as I have just two weeks of quality time in England before jetting off on my Australian adventure. So, what did I get up to during the last couple of weeks in Spain? Needless to say, they were physically and emotionally exhausting but I feel I saw out my time in Spain in style. In spite of the frankly volatile weather, which was quite regularly lurching indecisively between excessive humid heat and dramatic storms with torrential rain (I was told repeatedly that this sort of climatic behaviour is ‘not normal’ for May – just my luck when all I wanted was a few days of uninterrupted sunbathing!), I’ve managed to squeeze in a fair bit of socialising.
Me with some of the teachers I worked with. From left to right: Elena, me, Yolanda, Ana, Raquel and Alicia. |
Corinna's birthday picnic in the countryside |
homemade Spanish omelettes, big wedges
Jaclyn and I having a spontaneous (and bracing!) dip in the river |
Me with one of my classes at San José who threw me a little leaving party |
That week was probably my most hectic yet, because as well as it being my last week at school it was, of course, my last week of private classes and the week when both my parents and my lovely friend Anna were arriving for a visit. My parents arrived on Wednesday, bearing a suitcase full to the brim with boxes of chocolates, cards and other presents, all of which I intended to give as thank you and goodbye presents. It all went surprisingly smoothly, and everyone seemed delighted with their gifts, especially the English department for whom my mum had bought the biggest box of chocolates in the whole of Thornton’s (containing 80 chocolates and weighing over 1 kilo – apparently she misunderstood my request for a ‘fairly big box for the English department’ and instead thought I wanted a box big enough for the entire staff of the school)!
The other big highlight of the week was seeing the students of one of my British Council classes finally perform their rendition of the play ‘An Inspector Calls’ in English. It was something which was close to my heart, as I’d not only suggested they do that play, but had subsequently put in a lot of time and effort more or less re-writing it. My task was to shorten it down from a full-length play to something which could be performed in 20 minutes or less and simplify the language, without losing any significant parts of the play or altering the story too much. Unsurprisingly, it was no mean feat, but it was worth it for the glow of pride I felt as I watched them glide through the performance without a hitch. Although they’re only 13 and 14 years old, they have a good level of English thanks to following the British Council’s ‘bilingual programme’, so while it was always going to be a challenge it was definitely within their grasp. A journalist and cameraman from new channel CNC even turned up to cover the event, their arrival received by lots of nervous giggling. Of everything I did at San José, I think the success of the play was probably my biggest achievement, something I feel I can be proud of and hopefully remembered for.
A proud moment: one of my classes being interviewed for TV before performing my rendition of 'An Inspector Calls' |
Me with sisters Irene and Ana, one of my private classes on a Wednesday |
Saying goodbye to all my private students was very emotional, especially when it came to Ana and Irene, the daughters of a teacher at San José. They are 12 and 13 and extremely sweet, very talented girls. I really enjoyed having classes with them and I think they did too. At the end of our last class they gave me a notebook and pen, and when I opened the notebook I almost cried when I saw they’d drawn pictures and written messages for me in the first few pages.
Me and Juan, the Spanish teacher at San José with whom I had a regular language exchange |
It also saddened me to say goodbye to Juan, the Spanish teacher at San José with whom I’ve had a weekly language exchange for the past 8 months. Over time we’ve not only benefitted from being able to practise our respective languages with each other, but I feel we also became good friends and I’ll miss him a lot. Before I left he gave me a beautiful compact mirror and matching notebook (to record my experiences in Australia in) as well as a bookmark, which seemed appropriate as we both share a love of reading.
Me with Rafael and Marta, one of my private classes on a Thursday |
The curry club! |
Anna, Mum and me wild swimming in La Toba |
The beautiful lake, La Toba, in which we swam |
Waterfalls at the idyllic Nacimiento del Río Cuervo |
We also visited El Nacimiento del Río Cuervo (The Birth of the River Cuervo), a local beauty spot with gorgeous waterfalls and crystal clear pools. On the way back, we stopped at La Ciudad Encantada (The Enchanted City), which is a fascinating collection of natural rock formations which have been eroded into bizarre shapes (many of which have been given names according to what they are supposed to look like, such as ‘La Foca’ (The Seal)). Many of them look like they must’ve been sculpted by human hands, which makes it all the more amazing that it’s all nature’s doing.
One of the rock formations at La Ciudad Encantada: this one is called 'La Foca' (The Seal)! |
Me with some of my favourite girls (and our male friend Santi!)enjoying free shots in our favourite bar, El Quinto Pecado. |
And here I am. I can barely believe it’s all over but there’s no point in looking back when I’ve got so much to look forward to. On that note, I’ll just say that my year abroad exceeded all of my expectations and has given me friends, skills and memories that I’ll carry with me throughout my life. Heartfelt thanks go out to each and every person who helped to make my experience as special as it was; you all know who you are. Well, that leaves me with nothing more to say except...
¡Adios!