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And anyway, I'm not your personal sodding travel guide. You want to know about the wine region in Spain? Pick up a book! Or hey, don't we have that thing called the Internet now?!
Also, read it, don't read it, I couldn't give a *****, frankly. In the words of one of my more...prickly...students, "go **** yourself".
(Yes, a student said those immortal words to me).
(She was ten).
But moving on, a rather less idiotic reader mentioned ...
... you about your own culture. And about how much of it you brought with you. I've learnt more about the British while living abroad than I ever did in England - and sadly, I've learnt just how British I actually am...
The most obvious example - physical contact. I like my personal space. Actually I love it. We're in a long term, committed relationship. I really don't go in for non-consensual hugging (whyyyy do people do this?!) and I have a small panic attack every time ...
... some poor little kid into a side room wearing a surgical glove and carrying ointment. I didn't dare ask, but she delighted in telling me later that the boy in question had "wounds of the ass" and needed daily ointment application. This was the moment when I thought nope, I cannot do this job.
Reasons why I cannot do this job:
a) I am disorganised and have no sense of direction. 7 schools, umpteen different short classes, ...
... to a recording of her wailing away in Spanglish.
"I sing very well", she said, as the play back went on and on.
Being English, I was forced to sit through the whole thing with a jaw-achingly false smile glued to my face. I even faked a bit of applause, every time I thought it was over.
All fair play to him, Random Romanian walked out half way through, muttering darkly. New respect (/fear) for Romanian culture.
Collapsed into bed.
... and crashed in our room to recoup a bit, before venturing out to find lunch. We rested our bodies briefly, then got a shower, dropped our dirty clothing off at the Albergue caretaker to wash and dry (6€), then walked about a half block to main street (Calle Mayor) in the charming old 12th century town. We had pintxos and tortillas for lunch at a bar on main street, stopped by the office to access the wifi, (signal not strong enough to reach our room), gathered our clean, ...