Hotel Alfonso XIII
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Woken up at 7:30 by the sun streaming in the balcony window. So got up for early morning coffee then down to the Pacific Restaurant for breakfast. After breakfast went up on deck, sunny with a light breeze and we are heading to pass through the Straits of Gibraltar today. The ship is sailing closer to the Morocco side of the Straits so did not have a good view of Gib. In the morning we played deck quoits and shuffleboard without ...
Seemingly forever battling with the work/living/happiness ratio thus far, continually searching for job satisfaction, continually being told not to expect so much; I have trundled on regardless through several career changes, two degrees, one business venture yet never staying in a job more than 14 months in 20 years.
But with teaching its different, I love it! I have discovered that job satisfaction does exist but that it ...
We did however get to experience places other than those owned by our fellow countrymen including a Danish owned restaurant (offering full English breakfast), a German owned bar at the coast (serving a nice cold Veltins), a Chinese owned restaurant (great value with a set meal for four costing €35.90 including two bottles of wine) and I think it might even have been a Spanish team that ran an excellent restaurant in the local town of ...
... it re-enact the battle between the Romans and Carthaginians, when the Romans invaded this area while Hannibal was busy attacking Rome. It seems like the entire city takes part; we went to watch one of their processions and perhaps a thousand people in hundreds of different costumes marched past, with war drums and occasionally acrobatics performed by 'slaves'.
The attention to detail and effort that goes into this festival ...
And the teaching? I love it. Even my one class of 7 year old devil-children is growing on me. I consider myself lucky when the others talk about their kids' classes and of biting, scratching, bleeding and even barking, when all I've had to contend with (apart from the incessant 101 decibel din) are bouncing erasers and little Paola who won't utter a word.
When I'm back in my West Side Story retreat I've noticed I talk to myself less now, happy for the peace.