Británico español adoptado

Well my last month in Spain went very very quickly. Not really that much new things happened, which is why I didn't update anything.

Me and Miguel at the cena

A few weeks before Christmas we had a cena - which was a bit like a Durham formal in that we had to dress up for it - because it was the end of the year, but we had it early because of exams. All the residents and then all of the staff were there. We had paella as our main course... I tried prawns with their heads on for the first time, and felt a bit under the spotlight when the entire residence watched me pulling the heads of the prawns and complaining that I was taking too much meat off the tail. But yeah, I managed to get over my phobia of seafood. Then after desert we had nougat, which is a typically Spanish thing to eat around Christmas time. Afterwards we had a party in the residence, which we weren't normally aloud to do, but because it was this special night we could. Then we went to a different, new club after which was a bit expensive but a nice change. All in all it was a really good night. Speaking of Christmas one thing that I thought was weird, but probably good in Spain was that the Christmas lights are turned off at about 10:30, probably because of the crisis but it makes good sense as no one is really out and about after tea time when the shops are closed.

We also FINALLY went to the main beach, called Playa Samil, me and Marta walked there one Saturday (because it was a bank holiday we couldn't get any buses) and it took agessss, but it was worth it because it's really nice. The beach itself is huge, but it wasn't very occupied because it was December, which probably made it nicer. Apparently in Summer you can hardly move on it, but if I were Spanish and I wanted to go to a beach to sunbathe I don't think that Galicia is really the place I'd head for.

There was an indefinite bus strike for the last few weeks, which mean limited services. I ended up missing my oral exam for a Spanish course I took because I thought the bus that normally came still did but in the end it was one of the cancelled ones. But this being one of the countries in the world where rules are bended on regular occasions, I sent my teacher and e-mail and she let me do it another day; that day I made sure I was there earlier...she was there late of course.

I had a lovely send off from the people in the residence; they had clubbed together and bought me a load of different stuff, including some things they didn't think exist in England like Doritos or Ferrero Rocher, so I just played along with it and let them think I didn't know what they were. They also all wrote a person letter to me that I wasn't aloud to read until I was home, made me a photo album and a signed Spanish flag, among other things. So got some lovely souvenirs as well as the memories to take with me.

All in all my four months in Spain were fantastic. That's the only word to describe them. I never thought I'd make such good friends speaking what is officially my weakest language. My confidence in Spanish has grown so much and I feel that I've got to know a bit about the culture which I didn't really know before, having never been. Spain, despite its lack of care for time, or rules, or any order whatsoever, is a brilliant country and once you learn to accept that nothing happens on time or that your answer to anything official will be "come back tomorrow"  or that you won't go to bed before 1:30am and you don't let it bother you, you will fall in love with Spain and get given the status "español adoptado". It's definitely somewhere I can see myself studying or working after university.

Going home

Galicia Profunda

The other week we all got a lovely four day weekend, thanks to the public holiday el Día de todos los santos, All Saint's Day, which is celebrated on the 1st November, which conveniently fell on a Thursday, which gave us such a long weekend. Everyone apart from  a few people went home from the residence, so it was quite quiet for four days, but it was long enough to get the bulk of my work for Durham done, so every cloud....

The weekend after that I went to my roommate Anxo's house for the weekend. He lives in a little hamlet, just outside of a town called Lalín, which is, according to him, in "Galicia Profunda." Well one thing I can say is that "Deep Galicia" is fer-reezing! When we went out I had to put like four layers on and I was still cold! Anxo introduced some of his mates on the Friday night and we went out for a bit. When we were in one bar this man came up to me and asked me in English if I were English because he used to live in America and then he was talking to me for ages outside, quite drunk, much to Anxo's amusement. His dad used to own a club in Lalín and apparently he's quite a legend there haha. But Lalín is a really small place and everyone knows each other, which made me feel a bit like I proper stood out, especially when the barmaids asked me what I'm doing in Lalín, a bit confused that a non-Spaniard had walked into Galicia Profunda. Saturday Anxo drove us both to Ourense, where a few from the residence were staying because one of the Noelia's parents were away for the weekend. We got a little bit lost trying to find them and saw a lot of the little villages surrounding Ourense until we eventually found the group, who were at a botellón up some mountain (just for laughs I think), and went to where Noelia lives but we couldn't stay for more than a few hours because we had to get back for a birthday meal for one of Anxo's friends. Saturday night was a lot better, because I already some of the people. One thing that made me laugh is when Anxo was talking to someone and she was explaining something to him in Galician, and I was like, in Spanish, yeah you remember, it was last Thursday haha, cus I'd understood. Gave him a bit of a shock as I've just been saying I don't understand Galician because I don't really want people to talk to me in it, but then I proved I do understand some of it. At the end of the meal they gave us shots of a drink called licor café which is "a typical Galician" and is a coffee based liqueur, but strong! A few weeks ago it gave one of the girls from the residence quite a bad night, so I was a bit weary drinking it in shot form with a lad who wanted me to be a lion by finishing it - clearly it had started to affect him too. Last Thursday we did shots in one bar in Vigo and one was a mixture of vodka, tequila, brandy and licor café, words cannot describe the burn in your throat after drinking that, and stupidly it took me two attempts to finish it. lad.

Then the Monday afterwards my parents came to Spain for 5 days. Proud of Dad for getting him and Mum to Vigo from Santiago Airport and into the hotel despite the fact that it's a compliment to say that his Spanish is limited and Mum's just shocking at languages (she once ordered eine one-of-them s'il vous plait in Luxembourg, true story). So Monday and Tuesday I showed them around Vigo, where I live and all that bits and saw a few places that I hadn't seen myself, for example the iron-age settlement (castro) at the top of the big hill, which I'd never been to before. Unfortunately Wednesday was the European wide Huelga General (General Strike) which was a lot more severe than I had expected and we couldn't really do anything at all. I live in Vigo's main street and at about 1am people were setting off firecracker bombs and throwing rubbish everywhere and putting up posters and then in the day time there was wave after wave of protest marches up and down the city. We saw one group of people arriving at the port, which must have defeating the point of the not spending money part of the strike as they arrived on a commercial boat...but the party/union's name was CUT which we thought was quite funny as that's exactly what they're protesting against but yet they're waving flags saying CUT in English. On the news there were reports of police violence and all sorts going on,  so Vigo was relatively calm, even though a fire was started in the doorway of a shop that dared to open, it's right next to the residence (see picture: pic.twitter.com/njE7OAUd). It's a shame that they had to see Spain in such a position, whatever they say it's not a nice image for tourists to see, but I suppose it's the reality of the country's situation at the moment. Anyway, the next day they went off to Santiago, which I think they enjoyed and then back home. We managed to find one restaurant open on Wednesday evening so we ate there, it was actually alright despite being called CornerHut. The woman inside found it quite amusing that mum said gracias every time she bought us something, cutlery, napkins, sauces etc I think. We English are just very grateful people!

Not that much more has happened folks, uni's uni, haven't put my foot in it or anything to comment on tbh.

Y solo hay un deportivo

Independentistas gallegos

Stokies on Tour

Me and Xavi outside Balaídos

Near Nati's nan's house

View of Ourense

Natural Thermal Spa, Ourense

Thermal Fountain, Ourense

Millennium Bridge, Ourense

At the thermal fountain, Ourense

Buenos!

This has been written for a while but I’ve been waiting for the photos from Natalia so that’s my excuse for lateness this week!

Last weekend I went Aída and Natalia to Ourense, to spend the weekend at Natalia’s. Ourense is in Galicia, but is more inland than Vigo. Apparently it, and Santiago, are the only major towns without a sea in Galicia. Was really good, I got a double bed all to myself and slept like a God for the weekend. Natalia’s parents are really lovely, and kept asking loads of questions about things all weekend as well as showed us around Ourense, to this fountain with naturally really hot water and to the Millennium bridge where you can see all over the town, as well as just pointing things out all the time. We also went to an old lookout tower near to Natalia’s nan’s house and to this little bar in a typically Galician village. So I got to see and learn a good deal. We saw the fountain and the bridge on Friday evening after tea and by Saturday night I’d got a cold, so I think it was that because the temperature, especially at night, has really dropped in the past few days. But Natalia’s parents gave me some medicines and tissues and looked after me, so don’t worry Mum!

Food-wise I ate really well. As I said Nati’s parents are lovely and knowing that I don’t think much of seafood they didn’t serve any all weekend! (I forgot to mention that I ate octopus at Miguel’s! It was actually alright, probably because it was covered in paprika but I couldn’t eat more than a bit of it, covered in bread.) We had this cake called “Brazo de Gitana” or Gypsy’s Arm which is like a Swiss roll without the jam and with fresh cream. I also tried this thing, I need to ask Natalia what it’s called, which was like a sweet jelly sort of thing on a slice of cheese. I really liked it but have forgotten its name now, apparently it’s very, very Galician. I also ate churros con chocolate for breakfast, which is a bit like doughnut strips dunked in a chocolatey drink thing, very very very Spanish but the first time I ate them in Spain. I ate so much there I’ve felt like I need to go the gym all week!

On Saturday early evening we went to these thermal spas, which are natural. The water in them is like 60 degrees and nearly burnt. Was really good but a bit surreal to be so hot when, like I said, the temperature outside has gone so cold. Was really good though, I’ve always said I want to go to Iceland to go to these thermal spas or geezers or whatever they’re called and now I’ve done it, in sunny Galicia! Coming home Natalia’s parents gave me a load of really good quality cured meats, because they know that most days I take a sandwich  to uni rather than eating at the residence, because I have classes and they said it’d stop the boredom of the same sandwich every day. How nice!

This weekend I went with Xavi and Miguel to watch the Galician derby football match between Celta de Vigo and Deportivo de A Coruña, which was a good laugh. Me and Miguel wore Stoke City tops, just for a laugh but I had my hoody on and bought a Celta scalf too. It was a really good derby atmosphere in the stadium and I have never heard/learnt so many insults in my life. I can now swear at people in Galician, because one of the chants at Depor fans was, “No son Gallegos son fillos de puta,” which you can google translate yourself. There was another chant which I thought was quite clever, “y solo hay, y solo hay, y solo hay y solo hay, y solo hay un deportivo, deportivo alaves” to the tune of oh when the saints, which translates as, “and there’s only one (5) deportivo, deportivo alaves,” i.e that Deportivo de A Coruña does not exist. I’ve never heard so many swear words in Spanish in my life, especially when Celta got an undeserved red card, Miguel shouted, “ostdia puta maricón joder!” which, again, you can google translate yourself! I’m really glad to have seen a Spanish football match because it’s more popular here than in the UK, everyone is obsessed by youtube videos of goals and following the English and Spanish leagues, girls as much as boys.

On a cultural difference note, self-deprecation isn’t really appreciated here too much either; when we were insulting the people of A Coruña, where incidentally I believe my Spanish grammar teacher last year is from, I said to Miguel, “No soy gallego, soy hijo de puta,” and he like no no no no no, no you’re not. I was like I know, was a joke. Ah well, live and learn. Also learnt that the phrase, “ser un pulpo” or to be an octopus actually has bad connotations. As I said that someone in the resi was a pulpo meaning they touch a lot, and I think I might have offended them. Word of advice: don’t use expressions until you fully know what they mean. Had to play the I’m foreign card to get out of that one! And a note about uni: on Thursday our English-Spanish translation teacher taught for about 30 mins of the 90 and kept asking why we all looked so glum and tired, and then she decided to send us all home, so that we can relax and cheer up. Haha, no complaints because I went to a part of the campus where there was botellón because it was the saint’s day of the Telecommunications faculty. I don’t think at Durham there’d ever me a load of people getting drunk outside the languages department, on uni property; but no complaints if it ever happens! On the way home I was desperate for a wee so had to get off in the middle of the bus route and find a bush somewhere, but thankfully my roommate Anxo got off with me and we went back to the resi together, rather than being empty bladdered and stranded by myself.

And that’s the imports from these two weeks then! See you soon! 

Como una Cabra

Miguel, Me and Snookie

One of the many 'anticrisis' demonstations

Ría de Vigo

Me and Miguel over Riveira

¡Buenos!

I'm getting progressively worse at updating this blog every week, I will  make more of an effort in future because half of the reason for this blog is to remember little anecdotes for my oral exams and I'm not going to remember any at this rate.

Right so where did I leave off on this gran historía de España? Vigo Zoo, well animal park. It was, we decided, the last good weekend we were going to have, and we were right. Although I got to crack the legs out a few days for lectures the weather has now turned miserable and rainy and cold compared to the heat of a summer in Toulouse and September here. So now the legs are well and truly hidden away until next year. But anyway the Sunday we went to the zoo it was really, really nice again so we thought it would be a good day to go to the zoo. Now...Owen asked his landlady where to catch the bus to the zoo and she told him it was from Plaza América, it wasn't. We had to walk about 20 minutes to what is basically the other side of Vigo to get to the bus stop that goes to the zoo, thanks to the information of a kind bus driver. This bus stop is about 500m from my residence, but like I say it was a nice day and being British I didn't complain too much about it. I've decided that Owen must look Spanish, because these women came up to us, conveniently for them, asking where to go to get to the zoo and looked proper shocked when they heard our accents as we replied and then just laughed and said thank you. But they can't have thought I was, someone in the residence said that I'm visibly foreign because I'm far too fair eyed and haired to be español, which is always nice to know but probably true.

Vigo Zoo is up in the mountains just outside Vigo and from it you can see all over the Ría de Vigo, the sea and the Galician mountains, it's such a nice view of the city and area. The zoo itself is actually quite small, and there wasn't much I hadn't seen before except BEARS. There are these two brown bears who are Spanish TV stars who are there. This woman was throwing peanuts to them and it sat catching them and was proper good to see cus I've never seen a bear before, I don't think. All in all it was a really good day and a good day to make the most of the last of the good weather.

One evening we went to see 'Of Mice, Of Men' in Spanish which was actually really good because it's one of my favourite books in English. I won't talk for ages about it incase people haven't read it, but I thought it was a really good translation of it, although they moved away from the book a little bit occasionally and they made George out to be really harsh to Lennie in parts when he always seemed more benevolent (to me).  There was this Galician family who came in and asked what seats we were in, and so when we told them they said "you're not from here are you?" to which we said no, we're English, Northern Irish and German and they said oh well you speak very good Spanish because we asked you in Galician, sorry. haha. We hadn't even realised! Apparently my roommate Anxo (which is Galician for Angél) speaks to me in Galician by false of habit and doesn't realise sometimes, oh dear! And when we were out it made me laugh that two of them started having an argument over a word, because one told it me (I've since forgotten) and then the other was sure that that was the Galician word and not the Castillian one.  Good to know that they know the difference.

Last weekend I went to stay with Miguel's family, which I really enjoyed. I felt a bit harsh kicking his sister out of her room and forcing her to sleep in the Grandmother's room but she didn't seem to mind. Linguistically it was quite tough, mainly because Miguel's Grandmother only speaks Castillian, i.e. Spanish, when she goes to the doctors, I don't really understand why only at the doctors but there you go, and so she kept slipping into Galician. But everyday the Dad did his Mum kept shouting to speak Spanish so I understand, to which he said, I think, hay que fallar gallego, you need to learn Galician. I think. I know two expressions in Galician, one is boas noites, goodnight and the other is cachurrita, which a term to refer to a girl that I'm never ever to say to her face, so make your own translation. I really appreciated that his mum drove us up in the mountains on Saturday evening to see the views of Riveira (his town) and also to some sand dunes. It was really nice and a lot quieter than Vigo, which I liked because I much prefer countryside/semi-rural places to big cities. I also got to meet some of Miguel's friends at the botellón in Ribeira which was fun too. You might have noticed that I've just spelt Riveira in two different ways. A lot of students of Spanish struggle when they hear a word to know the difference between V/B as there is no phonetic distinction in Spanish. Vigo is pronounced Bigo. Apparently no one knows whether it should be spelt with a B or a V, so it's quite reassuring that sometimes the Spanish get confused over their pronunciation too.

One thing I did want to mention though was British humour and that it goes straight over  people's heads here. Or rather, good old British sarcasm/banter. For example, I was asked if it's autumn in Britain too, to which I said yes, and the added with a smile that  it is the same continent as same Spain you know? Now, maybe I said it wrongly because I was just looked at like soz for askin' but I think it's just that the humour aspect of winding someone up went right over her head. Also one of the girls left on Thursday to go home and on chat I said to her "oh someone went without saying goodbye then..." to which she replied that I wasn't there so she couldn't have said goodbye. Fair play, I said, I'll forgive you then. And then on Sunday she asked if I was in a mood with her because she didn't say goodbye? I don't think it is sarcasm, I just don't think they understand the false seriousness of British humour, that we pretend to have a go at people to wind them up. I need to stop it or people will be thinking I'm a right moody moody.

The other Thursday was a strike day against all the cuts to education across Spain but I thought it would be a bit rich for me to strike seen as I let the student fees in the UK rise without protest even though I was and am against it. So, being the principled young cabellero that I am, I, along with three other people, went to class. Fight the system. But I walked past the protest on my way to class and it seemed that more people were making use of the Thursday proceeding the Friday that was a public holiday to go home, as there was like no  one at the protest.

I have my first piece of assessed work due in soon, it's a translation of an Australian menu and a linguistic commentary. Should be alright. Need to start cracking on my Year Abroad Written Task too, but I'm not sure what to do it on; I'm thinking maybe something about the Galician presidential elections that are coming up? But need to start the research and turn Durham-mode back on to get it done and done well. We're so lucky that's all we have to though, some have massive dissertations AND have to pass their exams. ¡Qué horror!

Right lads, I'm off, promise to speak soon! ¡Ata logo!

Más vale tarde que nunca

One of the bays in Baiona

Outdoor gym in Baiona

Estimados Lectores,

Been really busy last week so haven't had a chance to update for a while, so will keep this short and sweet. :)

Firstly, the other Sunday we went to a little fishing town called Baiona, which is about 45 mins away from Vigo. To get there we had to take the bus, but - being a Sunday - the information desk at the bus station was closed, so we were a bit confused what to do. This cleaning lady came up to us and asked us what was wrong so we explained we wanted to go to Baiona and she told us when the bus was, which was more than a bit useful. Right...I don't know if this a European thing or bus drivers just like to rip me off but the bus driver told me that it's only possible to get a 1 way ticket (Una Ida) and that returns aren't possible. The bus driver when I was in Lourdes also told me this, so I dunno if they think I've got dos dedos al frente (am a bit thick) or if they're genuinely telling the truth, but they always get two one ways out of me. Hmmm. Anyway Baiona is only a small place, with a lot of bays around the coast and one promenade. There's also a lovely fort, which I didn't go in but did a walk around it and it gave fantastic views of Vigo and of las Islas Cíes. So after the walk around the fort there wasn't much to do, so we chilled on the beach for a while, standard, and had some dinner. For something like 6EUR we had a main course, bread, wine and pudding. Ridiculously cheap and really nice too. But the waiter, qué maleducado! He asked us what we wanted and we were like well we don't really know what's on offer and he was like "chunter chunter chunter menus." Always helpful when you want to order food... And I saw him moaning at some woman who gave him a load of change. Bit unusual really because everyone else seems really helpful and nice, like when I need to a
sk directions or something but he deffo got up con el pie izquierdo (on the wrong side of the bed). Still Baiona, as you can see in the pictures is really really nice. We also found this outdoor gym, such fun!

I started the new module of Legal/Administrative Translation, which seemed interesting until our teacher (who reminds me so much of my old Business Studies teacher) started getting us to work out how properly to tax our clients if we were self-employed. Seems a bit odd, but it is a fourth year module so I suppose they're thinking more about their careers now. I feel sorry for the girl I was sat by cus I had to keep stopping her and being like "is this right?" But she didn't seem to know either so all good! Felt pretty clever when he asked me for an answer and I was like, well he should be taxed 21% but as a Portuguese company I believe he is tax exempt. Check me out Mr Spanish Tax Advisor. haha. The lectures are becoming easier and easier to understand, still quite challenging but enjoying them. My Spanish for foreigners course started this week, I was put in the B2 class, which is higher than I thought I was to be honest, but I think it's alright. It's really interesting because in the grammar section we've been discussing uses for tenses I didn't know existed, so it'll hopefully make me speak more idiomatically. And then in the conversation bit we talk about Spain and things, like this week we talked about stereotypes and some expressions (hence the two used earlier), which I really like.

I learnt a few Spanish customs from that class that I hadn't realised/known before. For example, Spanish people don't take their shoes off at home, and if they do always wear slippers. I hadn't realised but it's true. Apparently as well Spanish people don't take compliments, and if someone compliments you have to tell them that it's not true. Which I didn't know before: apparently they'll think you're big headed. So I feel bad now cus the same morning Roberto (the night watchman) said I had a lot of vocab, and I said thanks! :/ But then when someone said my computer was nice I remembered to say how old and slow it was. And when someone said my Spanish has improved I said oh well, I don't think it has. Pocito a poco I'm learning how to act like them. We also discussed how often the Spanish touch other people which is true, but used to all the kisses in France so am not as overwhelmed as I was in France at first. But with kisses you only kiss when you meet here, so it's a bit less full on that France but then they touch your arm or whatever all the time.

Last Thursday was a bit of an experience...we went for drinks by the port as normal and then went to our normal club...but Miguel is only 17 so he couldn't get in. (So are Natalia and Aída, but girls getting in clubs and boys not seems a common feature of all clubs.) But me and Miguel were miles away from the group and Miguel didn't have his phone so they'd all already gone in, so we decided to go someone else, but you have to be twenty to go there and so eventually we went to somewhere else. But it took us ages to go to Loft, the last place, because Miguel was telling everyone how unfair it was he didn't get in, to everyone he met in the street haha. But we got there eventually. Not as tired this time, think I'm getting used to Spanish night outs now. Also the Spanish cheese if growing on me; I've had this song in my head for two weeks now:

Feel sorry for anyone I give a lift to over Christmas ;)

Cathedral

Last Sunday we caught the train to Santiago de Compostela, which is the end of the pilgrimage route St James' Way. It was raining all day so it wasn't like we could chill in the park or anything so I might have a biased view on it, but I didn't think there was much to do to be honest. The Cathedral is really nice, but personally I think it needs cleaning up a bit and it'd look really really nice. The inside is magnificent and we saw St James' body, which was surprising small, it was in a silver box about the size of my laptop, so I dunno if it's just his relics, if not St James was a midget. Apart from that we had another ridiculously cheap lunch, this time with good service. I bought an umbrella which lasted 3 hours, that sums the weather up. But still, I'm glad I went to see it, even though there wasn't much there. It's a lot more classy than Lourdes, as there weren't all the religious tat shops that Lourdes has.

Tomorrow I'm going the zoo, so will tell you all about that and another week in Spain soon!

Santiago de Compostela

LAS Fotos

Just some pictures from Thursday night of me with people from the residence.

Me and Miguel

Me and Natalia

Everyone

¡Mear!

The best beach in the world?

¡Buenas!

So two weeks in Spain already! Plenty more to talk about this time...starting with last Sunday, because I thought the last blog was too long for you all! Right well last Sunday me and Owen went to what I call the Islas Cíes, which are a group of islands/natural park just off the coast of Vigo. They're only open in the Summer so we thought we should go asap, before the boats stop running and we lose our chance to go. Because, if you need a reason to go, the Guardian reckons they have the best beach IN THE WORLD. Swear down: http://www.guardian.co.uk/travel/2007/feb/16/beach.top10. Now, I dunno if Gavin McOwen has a little soft spot for Spain or what, but I wouldn't really say it's the best beach in the world. Like it's proper nice and all, really nice golden sand and rocky areas and it's peaceful enough, but my perfect beach would be like, next to a sea in which you can walk without dying. Remember, Galicia shares the same sea with the Titanic victims, many of whom died because it's so cold...seriously walk about 2 metres in and you'll understand how Jack from Titanic died from it. So yeah it's a lovely beach, but the sea should be warmer if it wants to be the best. The islands themselves really made me think of Lord of the Flies island, like it had the beach and then a little mountain rising up, pretty nerdy but that's the first thing I thought of when I saw them. I can't really describe how nice they are, so I'll put up some pictures so you can see. But it was a really nice relaxing day on these islands where like no one lives and it's all protected and stuff.

And then on Monday it was back to uni. Now in my last blog I told you what I was studying. Scrap that. The French-Spanish was more of a translation theory module so that's been changed to a different French-Spanish translation. The teacher's a bit mental in that she doesn't pause for breath and keeps flicking between Spanish and French. When she found out I was from England she made me summarise a French text in Spanish so that she could work out if my levels were high enough...and they were! So I'm allowed on that module now. :) Something really weird happened though...we were in class and doing a translation, then she wanted them in and I pushed a button and it all disappeared! ¡Joder! So I went up to her to explain and in my mind I was gonna explain in Spanish and then somehow French came out... odd. But she understood and said it was okay and to send it her later.

I also thought that doing a Legal/Administrative English - Spanish translation would be more useful/easy than the Audiovisual French-Spanish so I changed to that but that starts tomorrow. After that I'm happy with all my modules and can finally register and access the uni network..because at the moment people have to keep logging on for me so the sooner that's done the better. I signed up to do a Spanish course for foreigners and had to go to do a test for that on Wednesday, it was alright...I think, a bit like the grammar tests we have to do at Durham. So now I have to wait for the results to be put into a class at an appropriate level. And then I'll have more classes! But I only have 10 a week at the moment so can't really complain.

I also found a gym the other day and joined it. Really good to be back using weights machines as I've not really done any since like April! Walked out the gym really proud because it dawned on me that just 2 years ago I would not have been able to go in to a gym, understand the price structure, persuade her to let me pay in cash not with a bank account standing order and understand how to use the machines. Just felt really good. :)

Thursday night we went out again, but this time I went out with the people from the residence. I'll upload the pictures once Natalia uploads them to Tuenti. I can't get my head around the fact that we STARTED going out at half past midnight! We went down to the port where they do the outdoor prelash thing and it was really fun. A few of them suddenly felt confident in English and tried to try out their English which, as they were drunk, was hilarious. I also met a few new people, which is always great too! I learnt a new word, mear, which is a vulgar way of saying to have a wee. Because there's no toilets by the port...and if the police catch you in the act then there's apparently a 200 euro fine! So you have to vigilant when breaking the seal. Then we went to a club where they played typical euro-cheese, seriously is there anywhere that plays decent stuff?! I don't think so. And we called it an early night when we came back at 5ish because a few of them were a little bit too drunk.

This brings me on to what I wanted to say about time. The time difference between England and Spain is 1 hour...but nothing functions the same. Dinner is a 2, Tea is, at the earliest at 9. Buses seem to turn up whenever, you just have to go to the bus stop and wait for it to appear. Banks only open in the morning every day of the week. Coming in at 5 from a night out is seen as early...there's loads of examples I could go on and on. Lectures seem to end when the teacher has enough and nearly always start late...some lectures last 90 mins and others last 60 meaning clashes are optimised. Basically it's ignore what time the clock says and go with what time you feel it is. So when I'm late - which is NEVER the case ;) - when I come home I'm going to say I'm living on Spanish time, which is do-what-you-want-when-you-want-and-don't-let-some-clock-tell-you-what-to-do time. ¡A mi me encanta!

So there you go, my second week in Spain. The weather is still lovely, hopefully will last until October, which'd be really nice! Understanding more and more the Spanish people and feeling more and more confident with my Spanish every day! ¡Ciao, chicos!

Sunset over Las Islas Cíes