On 5 Oct I finished a 4-week course of teaching English as a foreign language.
On 15 Oct I blew that popsicle stand — Dublin — for Madrid. It’s easily the most beautiful city I’ve ever visited, with San Francisco coming in a close second.
Here in Iberia I feel even further from home, literally and figuratively. In a country where my native language is not widely spoken, I find myself taking refuge in English through journaling, reading, or chatting with distant friends. Since I have the basics of the language, I’m expected to force myself to communicate. However this often leads to frustration as oftentimes you can’t express yourself sufficiently.
The culture shock, although mild, tops the one I experienced in Ireland. Not only have I had to adjust to an erratic meal schedule and different language, Spaniards party until 6 in the morning usually, so I’ve been sleeping late and waking up late pretty much everyday. As much as I like traveling, with its richness of discovery, right now my mind is already back in California. I feel overstimulated (awww!) and a bit tired of difference (cry me a river!), but soon it will pass!
Monday – Hammam Arab Baths
Tues. – Zaragoza and Huesca
Thurs. – Barcelona
Sat. – Valencia
Following week – Murcia and Granada.
Stay tuned for more reports on the UNDENIABLE PASSION OF ESPAÑA — wow, do I feel impassioned! This place is SO passionate. Like, at its core.