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Travel Blogs from Mula
... a price. Luckily, its a small price to pay, about 3 foot 9.
The two and a half hours a week I have the seven-year-old devil-children of Beginners 4, that's the price tag. There is the clammy cry-baby Juan Miguel who is in danger of actually taking out an eye with the under-wire in my bra he stands so close to me when I ask them to line up. There's Squeally Miki who gets so over excited when all hell breaks loose that he ...
... help from the secretary we frantically photocopy pages upon pages of text books while she wanders around the place, joss-stick in hand offering good energies into all the classrooms and chanting 'Don't worry, be happy!'. She's not the one who is going to be covered in little dusty sandal prints in an hour's time.
I was halfway through teaching a pre-intermediate class an upper-intermediate lesson (because it was the only book the Academy had as the lesson began) before ...
... future generations.
From a point mid way along the north coast we headed due south
through rural Spain. We managed four nights of bush, or wild camping as they
often call it here, on the way which was great. Not easy to do in Europe so a
few minor trespass laws have to be flouted on public land. But the peace and
quiet is worth the risk of being sprung and moved on.
The amount of land under the ...
... proficiency, is an exceptional diplomat and coerced the sour faced woman into giving me a break.
I subsequently bawled my eyes out with anger and into Montse's be-sequinned and so-pink-its-blue blouse after an awful lot of c*%ting and f^*king on the way to the bank to pay for the newly negotiated NIE. You can't pay for the NIE at the NIE office because that would be too sensible instead you have to go to a bank to pay.
Another tricky equation ...
... first time, I sat in the front passenger seat- on the wrong side, and it sure felt weird. But weirder still was the funny 'brrrrrm" noises the driver made with his lips as he weaved in and out of traffic travelling much faster than the rest of the cars and buses on the road. The driver seemed to prefer driving right on top of the white dotted line delineating one lane from the next, probably coz it meant he could easily weave from one lane to the other. Indicators? Not ...