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Dump trucks and firehoses at 2am.
Catalan spoken everywhere.
One of the most impressive churches -- you sit down outside of it, and all you can see is sky... and the tip of the ferris wheel of an amusement park right next door.
Amazing beaches... covered in people.
Good food, better friends.
Barcelona seems to be the land of dichotomies... as if it could be this amazing city but somehow... doesn't make it. Don't get me wrong... I've thoroughly enjoyed my time here, met some AMAZING people, learned a ridiculous amount, and eaten even more. But there's something... slightly off about Barcelona.
On another note, I'VE FINISHED MY COURSE! Holy shit. The last two weeks were intense. Intense to the point of... going to school at 9 and finishing at 1am about every night. Intense to the point of tears. Intense bonding. Intense teaching. Intense learning. Intense.
I passed with a B, which is EXCELLENT. Most people get a 'pass' which basically encompasses 70 percent of people. 30% get a B, something like 5% get an A. There was some controversy about the... objectiveness of the grading, but I'm not going to complain. The work has paid off!
I'm currently staying with a friend from the course in Vilanova, and looking into jobs in the Catalunya area (currently looking into one in Terragona, a little south of Barcelona, and one at the North American Institute in Barcelona) as well as seeing what I can find in terms of, y'know, a place to live :). Vilanova is lovely. There's a wonderful festival on, with giants and human castles, and lots of music. It has a much more small town feel (much like Davis, actually), and it's lovely being able to stay with my friend for longer. As usual, I've done something that's created intense bonding... only to have everyone go their separate ways. Story of my life, it seems.
Here's some pics o' me teaching... this was the younger groups, aged 8-10. I hope you appreciate me putting them up here, horrendous pictures of me as they are ;). Did I mention how much I love kids?
UPDATE, BITCHES!
--Jew
Catalan spoken everywhere.
One of the most impressive churches -- you sit down outside of it, and all you can see is sky... and the tip of the ferris wheel of an amusement park right next door.
Amazing beaches... covered in people.
Good food, better friends.
Barcelona seems to be the land of dichotomies... as if it could be this amazing city but somehow... doesn't make it. Don't get me wrong... I've thoroughly enjoyed my time here, met some AMAZING people, learned a ridiculous amount, and eaten even more. But there's something... slightly off about Barcelona.
On another note, I'VE FINISHED MY COURSE! Holy shit. The last two weeks were intense. Intense to the point of... going to school at 9 and finishing at 1am about every night. Intense to the point of tears. Intense bonding. Intense teaching. Intense learning. Intense.
I passed with a B, which is EXCELLENT. Most people get a 'pass' which basically encompasses 70 percent of people. 30% get a B, something like 5% get an A. There was some controversy about the... objectiveness of the grading, but I'm not going to complain. The work has paid off!
I'm currently staying with a friend from the course in Vilanova, and looking into jobs in the Catalunya area (currently looking into one in Terragona, a little south of Barcelona, and one at the North American Institute in Barcelona) as well as seeing what I can find in terms of, y'know, a place to live :). Vilanova is lovely. There's a wonderful festival on, with giants and human castles, and lots of music. It has a much more small town feel (much like Davis, actually), and it's lovely being able to stay with my friend for longer. As usual, I've done something that's created intense bonding... only to have everyone go their separate ways. Story of my life, it seems.
Here's some pics o' me teaching... this was the younger groups, aged 8-10. I hope you appreciate me putting them up here, horrendous pictures of me as they are ;). Did I mention how much I love kids?
UPDATE, BITCHES!
--Jew