My Head Hurts!!

Well...Today at 2pm will be my 3rd day of Spanish classes and wow, my head hurts!

Every day I have 4 hours of tuition 2pm-6pm with a 15min break at 4pm by which point I can’t even remember who I am. It’s just the teacher and I talking and listening which takes so much concentration that my head is full to bursting point!
Its weird as you get older I suppose you don’t use as much of your brain, but when it comes to the break we all walk to the central meeting point looking like our brains have just taken a physical bashing and no one wants to speak. Yesterday I couldn’t even see properly, I was totally out of focus.

In real life now, I have adapted to my inability to concentrate for long periods of time and I have tailored my job accordingly so I can get everything I need and get it right unnoticed, however, yesterday my teacher found herself slightly challenged. It bought back echoes of being at school as I became bored and figety and balanced my chin on my dictionary until it fell off and I bit my lip which bleed everywhere then while she was talking I looked up and translated Ýo Tengo Un expolsion en mi cerebo. ´
When she finally realized I was not listening she took my book and read ´I have an expolotion in my brain´. I went to the bathroom 5 times not including my dictionary accident and went to get a coffee 3 times just to get up and move around and to stop my teacher from talking for a few seconds.
As long as I am in front of her, her mouth doesn’t stop moving íts truly unbelievable.

Anyway, we have come up with a plan to compensate, I have asked the director of the school if we can do 2hrs in school, which is in the gardens of the school with the most spectacular views overlooking the lake so I don’t know what my problem is and the other 2hrs walking around San Pedro. I now have special permission to do this and am told am the first since it opened. I knew I was different growing up, or was it difficult?

My family are fantastic; the mother is called Vicenta the father Antonio and the 3 kids are Deborah, Sarita and Josue. They are all really lovely and keep me on my toes. My room is very basic with a bed, desk and chair but I have bought a colourful blanket to cheer things up and hung my Paris Hilton Calender on the wall. I did a little shifting around when I arrived and moved the bed next to the wall, only to be told that I should move it back as the scorpions like to climb the walls at night, ooops.

I have to use my mag lite to get to the toilet at night which I only do once if I have no choice and I have a cold outside shower across from my room. My house is really close to the school where I will be teaching the Kids from next week but my Spanish school classes are at the bottom of the hill and I mean Hill. I’m trying to think of anywhere in London that I’ve walked that’s that steep but I cant its worse than walking up Primrose Hill twice with a hangover and to make it even more difficult it is cobbled with stones which are roughly 10” x 6” with a 3” hole in between with nothing to fill it apart from my clumsy feet in my Havana’s, mmmmm, sensible walking shoes they said!!!!

Anyway, Im going to sit in the sun to practice my Spanglish and ponder on life. Oh here´s something to ponder next time you sip on your Starbucks or Instant Coffee.

The coffee beans here are beigh when they are put out to dry and thrown onto large black tarporlin sheets to go various shades of brown as they sit in the sun. I pass these each day on my way to school and was thinking yesterday how much they look like giant litter trays. Well, last night when I ventured out I passed the beans and strangely enough the street dogs had the same thought as me and were putting the drying beans to good use!

Mmmmmm Nescafe!