I haven’t updated for quite some time. I’ve just been getting accustomed to the schools, my roommates and life here in general. This will be a rather long update in order to relate some details about my schools, yes schools in plural. My wonderfully helpful roommate Maria knew about another school that needed an English teacher. She took me with her to the school one day, where she works as well, and after a few minutes of talking I was hired, with absolutely no experience or credentials or anything. I’m a native speaker and I guess that means a lot here. At this religious school I work 6 hours a week giving English lessons as a part of the extracurricular after school program. I work twice a week (for an hour and a half each time) with 5 year olds (I was going to work with 3 year olds, but I decided that that was going to be a little much for me. I really hope that 5 year olds are better) and twice a week with 9/10/11 year olds. This is not in any way related to the program I came with, so I am alone in the classroom with the kids.
The first day Maria and I decided to have our classes together so I could learn from her how to handle the kids. So we had a few more than 20 three and five year olds running around. The worst part was that half of the three year olds were crying the entire time. There are three-year-old triplets that are so tiny and really cute. The class was in general chaos and we hadn’t really had any plan of what to do with the class. It was chaotic and so exhausting. The next day Maria and I were going to have the older kids in a class together again. Unfortunately together we had more than 50 kids. If I thought the day before was chaotic, then I have no words to explain this day. We managed to control them and review a few English words by playing games with them.
The next day I had the 3 year olds on my own with the addition of half of the 4 year olds, because the teacher who has the 4 year olds had something else she had to do and no one bothered to inform us of that before hand. I had been planning on teaching them colors and then I had had something for them to color. The problem was that the 4 year olds already knew the colors and they sat in front and shouted out the colors, while the 3 year olds sat in the back and ignored me (thankfully only two cried this time). Then when I got them all to sit at the tables to color and gave them the colored pencils, they all told me “no tiene punta, no tiene punta” and I had to answer “niguna, niguna.” None of the colored pencils were sharpened. The only good thing that came out of that day was that I was forced to practice my crappy Spanish, because for the most part the kids ignored me when I tried to give them commands in English. This by far was the worst day out of the first three. Thankfully the next day with the older kids went much better and now I really adore them.
On my birthday I had the older kids (9/10/11 year olds) and I told them it was my birthday and they all started to sing Happy Birthday to me in English until they got to the part “Happy Birthday dear….” They didn’t remember my name. I told my name, wrote it on the board, and they sang to me a second time. I may not have a clue what I am doing, but I think I will enjoy doing it with this group of kids. The next day they also gave me birthday cards that they made. I just hope that my group of 5 year olds grows on me as much. If anyone has any advice for dealing with these kids, I sure could use it! I’ll write more soon I swear, but I think this is it for today.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
10-6
My roommate Maria showed me where the school that I’m working at is on the first day that Orquid and I got to Algeciras from Madrid. As the three of us walked around the school, all of the kids stared at us and they all looked so old that I was quite terrified of having to teach there. I guess when I applied for this program I didn’t realize that I could be placed at a high school. I went back the next morning and talked to the director who was really nice and the kids looked a little bit younger at that time (which they probably were, because in the afternoon they teach older people). But the night before the first day that I had to present myself to the school I kept myself from becoming too nervous by telling myself that I wouldn’t have to be in front of a class the next day, because when I met the director he didn’t seem to have a clear plan for what to do with us (there’s 3 English teachers).
On my first day, the general chaos of the school (and really just of Spain) swept me up. I felt like I had just barely met the teacher who is in charge of us language assistants and the language assistant from Scotland, before we went to the tiny school cafeteria for a quick coffee (they drink so much coffee here, pretty much after every meal) where you can barely here anyone because the students make so much noise. The next thing I knew, I was following one of the English teachers to her class to help with the lesson that day. She had me introduce myself and then I read aloud the verb “have got” while they copied my pronunciation. After I went around to different groups and corrected their pronunciation while the read aloud a dialog. At the end I talked a bit longer to one group because one girl spoke really good English because she had been taking lessons elsewhere too.
After my initial fright of the students I’ve been surprised at how most of them are really interested in me and really try hard to communicate with me. I guess right now I’m still a novelty, as this school has never had language assistants before. I’ve only been in 5 English classes over the course of 3 days. I’ve mostly told them about Texas and impressed them with examples of how far away things are in the U.S. and answered their questions. I’ve really enjoyed it so far. I think we will finally have a set schedule sometime next week and then I can start talking to the teachers I’m working with and determine how to help them. I think they have me going to 10th and 11th grade classes.
The teachers are really nice, but there are so many of them that I have trouble keeping track of who is who. I swear that Spanish kids are 10 times nosier than American kids and there just seems to be so much more chaos than in U.S. schools. The school wants us to put on a play in English with the students. We are also supposed to help prepare material for next year when some subjects, like geography and history, will be partially taught in English, when the it becomes a bilingual school.
My roommate Maria showed me where the school that I’m working at is on the first day that Orquid and I got to Algeciras from Madrid. As the three of us walked around the school, all of the kids stared at us and they all looked so old that I was quite terrified of having to teach there. I guess when I applied for this program I didn’t realize that I could be placed at a high school. I went back the next morning and talked to the director who was really nice and the kids looked a little bit younger at that time (which they probably were, because in the afternoon they teach older people). But the night before the first day that I had to present myself to the school I kept myself from becoming too nervous by telling myself that I wouldn’t have to be in front of a class the next day, because when I met the director he didn’t seem to have a clear plan for what to do with us (there’s 3 English teachers).
On my first day, the general chaos of the school (and really just of Spain) swept me up. I felt like I had just barely met the teacher who is in charge of us language assistants and the language assistant from Scotland, before we went to the tiny school cafeteria for a quick coffee (they drink so much coffee here, pretty much after every meal) where you can barely here anyone because the students make so much noise. The next thing I knew, I was following one of the English teachers to her class to help with the lesson that day. She had me introduce myself and then I read aloud the verb “have got” while they copied my pronunciation. After I went around to different groups and corrected their pronunciation while the read aloud a dialog. At the end I talked a bit longer to one group because one girl spoke really good English because she had been taking lessons elsewhere too.
After my initial fright of the students I’ve been surprised at how most of them are really interested in me and really try hard to communicate with me. I guess right now I’m still a novelty, as this school has never had language assistants before. I’ve only been in 5 English classes over the course of 3 days. I’ve mostly told them about Texas and impressed them with examples of how far away things are in the U.S. and answered their questions. I’ve really enjoyed it so far. I think we will finally have a set schedule sometime next week and then I can start talking to the teachers I’m working with and determine how to help them. I think they have me going to 10th and 11th grade classes.
The teachers are really nice, but there are so many of them that I have trouble keeping track of who is who. I swear that Spanish kids are 10 times nosier than American kids and there just seems to be so much more chaos than in U.S. schools. The school wants us to put on a play in English with the students. We are also supposed to help prepare material for next year when some subjects, like geography and history, will be partially taught in English, when the it becomes a bilingual school.
To Granada
The road we took to Granada was mountainous and followed he ocean most of the way. We wound through the arid, dry mountains, with countless cities between us and beautiful blue ocean on our right. I think I fell asleep for a while when we turned inland to get to Granada. In Granada we went from hostal to hostal because none of them had rooms available. It was really frustrating, but I can’t believe how nice Rosario was in helping us search. Finally we found one. Rosario told us she would call us later to go out for tapas. Coincidently Friday also happened to be her birthday.
Rosario called us around 9pm and we met her, her boyfriend, her twin sister, and her boyfriend at the Cathedral, from where we walked to a bar. I don’t think I’ve explained what tapas are yet. I guess they are more or less appetizers, but Spanish people like to go out for tapas or “tapear,” and order several different kinds as a small meal. In all of Granada any time you order drinks you are severed some tapas. I’m guessing the place we went to with Rosario specialized in different types of ham and cheese.
The next night I wanted to try tapas again, but neither Orquid or I were quite sure how it worked, so we ended up “bar hopping,” because we kept walking into bars, but they were all so crowded that we left again right away. The night after that we did finally get our free tapas unintentionally when we ordered soda and food.
Rosario called us around 9pm and we met her, her boyfriend, her twin sister, and her boyfriend at the Cathedral, from where we walked to a bar. I don’t think I’ve explained what tapas are yet. I guess they are more or less appetizers, but Spanish people like to go out for tapas or “tapear,” and order several different kinds as a small meal. In all of Granada any time you order drinks you are severed some tapas. I’m guessing the place we went to with Rosario specialized in different types of ham and cheese.
The next night I wanted to try tapas again, but neither Orquid or I were quite sure how it worked, so we ended up “bar hopping,” because we kept walking into bars, but they were all so crowded that we left again right away. The night after that we did finally get our free tapas unintentionally when we ordered soda and food.
To Torre del Mar
At 2:05pm, five minutes after school got out, Orquid, I, and two other teachers piled into the car of Orquid’s future roommate, Rosario. Rosario dropped the other teachers off on the way to our destination: Torre del Mar. Before we saw the apartment she treated us to our best meal in Spain so far. We had calamari, bocorones, and other seafood I’ve forgotten the name of. All of it was fried and so so good. We also had salad with some really good dressing and wonderful tomatoes.
Rosario’s apartment (and now Orquid’s) is brand new and really spacious. From their balcony you can see the ocean, only 3 blocks away. We didn’t see much of Torre de Mar. We just needed time to recuperate from the craziness and uncertainty of the past few days.
Orquid and I had talked about going to Granada early before our orientation for the program October 1st. It turned out that Rosario is from Granada and goes there every weekend so she offered us a ride on Friday. Since Orquid and I hadn’t known how long it would take to find her housing, we hadn’t made reservations anywhere, so Rosario even offered to help us find a hostal to stay at.
Rosario’s apartment (and now Orquid’s) is brand new and really spacious. From their balcony you can see the ocean, only 3 blocks away. We didn’t see much of Torre de Mar. We just needed time to recuperate from the craziness and uncertainty of the past few days.
Orquid and I had talked about going to Granada early before our orientation for the program October 1st. It turned out that Rosario is from Granada and goes there every weekend so she offered us a ride on Friday. Since Orquid and I hadn’t known how long it would take to find her housing, we hadn’t made reservations anywhere, so Rosario even offered to help us find a hostal to stay at.
To Canillas de Aceituno
The next morning outside our hotel we waited for the second day in a row for a stranger to pick us up. He arrived; we put our bags in his car and climped our way out of Malaga along the twisting roads to the picturesque town of Canillas de Aceituno. I wanted to see the towns we passed by and the views of the surrounding areas, but I had to fight to stay awake even though we came really close to the cliff edge on some of the curves.
The morning air was fresh and cool when we arrived an hour later. The bright sunlight of Andalucia was again blinding, reflected by the pure white buildings of Canillas. We were led into the school and immediately the director was busy dealing with parents. One was a British lady who had been living in Canillas for 5 or 6 years. Her boys needed extra help with their classes and the school offered a free after school program, but she kept on complaining about having to return twice to pick up her kids at different times. She complained that they should be able to learn everything in the 5 hours that they are at school. We couldn’t believe she was complaining about free extra help. I also hope that my Spanish never sounded as bad as hers did.
Finally the director told Orquid that there is only one place that she could rent in Canillas, a two bedroom apartment that would be way too expensive for our salary. While all of this is going on teachers kept on coming in and out of the staff room. The school has 17 teachers for around 140 kids. One of teachers was looking for a roommate. The rent was better and she could drive Orquid to and come the school every day from where she lives. Fifteen minutes later we told the teacher that we would go home with her so that Orquid could see the apartment and make her final decision.
This small school in Canillas is one of the nicest schools I have ever seen. The building itself is very new and every single classroom has enough computers for each student (granted there were only 11 students in the two classes we visited). The school also has a theater, cafeteria, and a huge library that included lots of books in English, even though the bilingual program hasn’t started yet and none of the teachers know English. We were amazed at all of the resources such a small place had and at how ill-utilized they seemed. The director and other teachers also seemed to complain about how horrible the kids were and how they didn’t want to learn.
As we left the school to explore the town for the few hours we had to wait, Orquid asked if we could get lost. The laughed and told us if we managed to get lost, anyone would be able to tell us how to get to the school. So we wandered.
The cobblestone streets of Canillas wander around the houses. All the people stared at Orquid and I as we walked past the two shops and a few cervercerias/restaurants. Many of the white washed buildings had borders of decorative tiles around the doors or below the windows. In places pots of flowers added bright spots of color and a gentile perfume to the air. As we sat on some steps trying to figure out the name of a flower that smelled really good, an old lady approached and told us that she owned the house behind her. She told us that she had been gone since Monday, working in the fields, which I where there were so many leaves and flower petals on the ground. She complained about how little working in the fields paid, so even though she is old, she can’t afford to hire help. Then she told us about her children. It’s crazy that we learned so much about her just from sitting outside her house.
Down another street, I paused to take a picture and the cutest little black dog started prancing up towards us. But then it paused, started to growl, and then was chasing us, nipping at our legs. Maybe this town isn’t completely picturesque. Every since we’ve been really wary of dogs too.
There was a lot of construction going on in the town, either streets or buildings were being repaired. Much of the population works construction, probably building vacation homes for rich British or Germans who want to escape to a tranquil place. We encountered one British lady who was wandering around asking if anyone spoke English.
The morning air was fresh and cool when we arrived an hour later. The bright sunlight of Andalucia was again blinding, reflected by the pure white buildings of Canillas. We were led into the school and immediately the director was busy dealing with parents. One was a British lady who had been living in Canillas for 5 or 6 years. Her boys needed extra help with their classes and the school offered a free after school program, but she kept on complaining about having to return twice to pick up her kids at different times. She complained that they should be able to learn everything in the 5 hours that they are at school. We couldn’t believe she was complaining about free extra help. I also hope that my Spanish never sounded as bad as hers did.
Finally the director told Orquid that there is only one place that she could rent in Canillas, a two bedroom apartment that would be way too expensive for our salary. While all of this is going on teachers kept on coming in and out of the staff room. The school has 17 teachers for around 140 kids. One of teachers was looking for a roommate. The rent was better and she could drive Orquid to and come the school every day from where she lives. Fifteen minutes later we told the teacher that we would go home with her so that Orquid could see the apartment and make her final decision.
This small school in Canillas is one of the nicest schools I have ever seen. The building itself is very new and every single classroom has enough computers for each student (granted there were only 11 students in the two classes we visited). The school also has a theater, cafeteria, and a huge library that included lots of books in English, even though the bilingual program hasn’t started yet and none of the teachers know English. We were amazed at all of the resources such a small place had and at how ill-utilized they seemed. The director and other teachers also seemed to complain about how horrible the kids were and how they didn’t want to learn.
As we left the school to explore the town for the few hours we had to wait, Orquid asked if we could get lost. The laughed and told us if we managed to get lost, anyone would be able to tell us how to get to the school. So we wandered.
The cobblestone streets of Canillas wander around the houses. All the people stared at Orquid and I as we walked past the two shops and a few cervercerias/restaurants. Many of the white washed buildings had borders of decorative tiles around the doors or below the windows. In places pots of flowers added bright spots of color and a gentile perfume to the air. As we sat on some steps trying to figure out the name of a flower that smelled really good, an old lady approached and told us that she owned the house behind her. She told us that she had been gone since Monday, working in the fields, which I where there were so many leaves and flower petals on the ground. She complained about how little working in the fields paid, so even though she is old, she can’t afford to hire help. Then she told us about her children. It’s crazy that we learned so much about her just from sitting outside her house.
Down another street, I paused to take a picture and the cutest little black dog started prancing up towards us. But then it paused, started to growl, and then was chasing us, nipping at our legs. Maybe this town isn’t completely picturesque. Every since we’ve been really wary of dogs too.
There was a lot of construction going on in the town, either streets or buildings were being repaired. Much of the population works construction, probably building vacation homes for rich British or Germans who want to escape to a tranquil place. We encountered one British lady who was wandering around asking if anyone spoke English.
To Malaga
Orquid is working in Canillas de Aceituno, a small town of two thousand people in the mountains North of Malaga. We were going to take a bus from Malaga to Canillas, but the director of Orquid’s school told us that by the time we would get there (we would’ve had to catch the second bus of the two a day that travel to Canillas) none of the teachers would be at the school to help Orquid find a place to live, because none of the teachers actually live in Canillas. Unlike me, Orquid is the only language assistant assigned to Canillas and her school has not offered her much help. So the director told us to spend the night in Malaga and he would pick us up at 8:00am and take us to Canillas. Since we didn’t know any of this while we had internet connect with Louie in Madrid, we had no idea where we were going to stay in Malaga.
After the two and a half hour bus ride along the coast we arrived in Malaga, obtained a map, and after a couple of wrong turns, finally headed in the direction of the closest, cheapest hotel. We ended up at the second hotel we found simply because we were physically and emotionally exhausted. Orquid had no idea where she was going to live. Should she live in Canillas and risk being horribly bored and lonely or should she go through the process of looking for somewhere else to live and have to find a way to and from the school? She just didn’t have enough information about all of the variables.
We Walked around Malaga some, looking for some cheap food (Spain is more expensive than I hoped) and trying to take advantage of being in a different city by seeing the sights. In this time a bird managed to crap on Orquid’s shoulder. I had to try to clean it off with a scrap of paper. Also our whole time in Madrid we kept talking about how cute Spanish kids are. Parents love to push their children around in strollers and little kids seemed to always be running around and playing. In Madrid this one little boy kept on calling a little girl princesa. I had been wishing that I was teaching elementary school instead of middle and high school. But while we were in Malaga, we passed the brattiest kids who were yelling and screaming at their parents, which of course mad Orquid feel really good about visiting her elementary school the next day. Luckily our nice hotel room (it was more expensive than we wanted) received a Mexican t.v. channel which made Orquid feel more at home. We also had air conditioning, which we turned on high just to feel a bit more like Texas.
After the two and a half hour bus ride along the coast we arrived in Malaga, obtained a map, and after a couple of wrong turns, finally headed in the direction of the closest, cheapest hotel. We ended up at the second hotel we found simply because we were physically and emotionally exhausted. Orquid had no idea where she was going to live. Should she live in Canillas and risk being horribly bored and lonely or should she go through the process of looking for somewhere else to live and have to find a way to and from the school? She just didn’t have enough information about all of the variables.
We Walked around Malaga some, looking for some cheap food (Spain is more expensive than I hoped) and trying to take advantage of being in a different city by seeing the sights. In this time a bird managed to crap on Orquid’s shoulder. I had to try to clean it off with a scrap of paper. Also our whole time in Madrid we kept talking about how cute Spanish kids are. Parents love to push their children around in strollers and little kids seemed to always be running around and playing. In Madrid this one little boy kept on calling a little girl princesa. I had been wishing that I was teaching elementary school instead of middle and high school. But while we were in Malaga, we passed the brattiest kids who were yelling and screaming at their parents, which of course mad Orquid feel really good about visiting her elementary school the next day. Luckily our nice hotel room (it was more expensive than we wanted) received a Mexican t.v. channel which made Orquid feel more at home. We also had air conditioning, which we turned on high just to feel a bit more like Texas.
Monday, October 15, 2007
10-2 The Night in Algeciras
I left you last en route to Algeciras. As we arrived I called my roommate Maria, who is also an English teacher at several different schools in Algeciras, but she is from Jerez, Spain. My other roommate (who is also participating in my same program) connected Maria and I so all three of us could get an apartment together. I’d only ever talked to either of them a couple of times through email so I had no idea what to expect.
Maria was nice enough to make two trips to the bus station because all of our luggage wouldn’t fit in her car at once. She was very talkative and I think she thought something was wrong because I was so quiet, but I tried to assure her that is just the way I am. After a random stranger on the street helped her parallel park her car, because she was unable to, we unloaded and painfully battled the hill as we dragged our suitcases up to the apartment building. The sun in Algeciras can be very fierce, making the city hotter than Madrid. Then we discovered that the electricity was turned off and so we would have to carry the suitcases up 3 flights of stairs. Not exactly the home welcoming I would have wised for, but we were promised that it would be turned back on in 4 hours.
After staying with Louie and his 4 roommates in their cramped apartment, my place seemed rather grand and spacious. It was so nice have my own space again. It has been two month since I moved out of my apartment in San Marcos. After I unpacked (really I just threw my stuff around my room because I could) and Maria came back from her meeting we went to the store and got something to cook. By the time we came back it was almost dark and the electricity still wasn’t turned on. Unfortunately in the grocery store we were so concerned about not buying something that needed to be cooked in the oven (because we don’t have one) that we forgot about the lack of electricity. Of course we also didn’t think that it would still be off at 10:00pm when we were so starving that we attempted to cook our microwavable food by flashlight over the gas stove. Orquid and I got to know my new roommate by the light of Orquid’s small flashlight (we didn’t even have candles to light). Oh and I forgot to mention that they had turned off the water as well.
Maria was nice enough to make two trips to the bus station because all of our luggage wouldn’t fit in her car at once. She was very talkative and I think she thought something was wrong because I was so quiet, but I tried to assure her that is just the way I am. After a random stranger on the street helped her parallel park her car, because she was unable to, we unloaded and painfully battled the hill as we dragged our suitcases up to the apartment building. The sun in Algeciras can be very fierce, making the city hotter than Madrid. Then we discovered that the electricity was turned off and so we would have to carry the suitcases up 3 flights of stairs. Not exactly the home welcoming I would have wised for, but we were promised that it would be turned back on in 4 hours.
After staying with Louie and his 4 roommates in their cramped apartment, my place seemed rather grand and spacious. It was so nice have my own space again. It has been two month since I moved out of my apartment in San Marcos. After I unpacked (really I just threw my stuff around my room because I could) and Maria came back from her meeting we went to the store and got something to cook. By the time we came back it was almost dark and the electricity still wasn’t turned on. Unfortunately in the grocery store we were so concerned about not buying something that needed to be cooked in the oven (because we don’t have one) that we forgot about the lack of electricity. Of course we also didn’t think that it would still be off at 10:00pm when we were so starving that we attempted to cook our microwavable food by flashlight over the gas stove. Orquid and I got to know my new roommate by the light of Orquid’s small flashlight (we didn’t even have candles to light). Oh and I forgot to mention that they had turned off the water as well.
9-26 Leaving Madrid
Today Orquid an I are leaving Madrid behind bound on a bus for Algeciras. Madrid has been interesting, but it is a major city and has all of the noise and smells that go along with that. I love the diversity of the city, but I very much want to see how my city will be. I’m also curious to compare Madrid with the region of Andalucia. Hopefully I can understand the people better and maybe they will be more patient. Outside the window, the countryside is vaguely similar to California. We wind through arid rolling hills that in places are completely covered in orchids of olive trees. Don’t think that it is too picturesque; the sky is really hazy and I prefer natural landscapes to cultivated fields.
Próxima Día
The next morning we decided to continue our tour of Madrid’s museums at El Museo del Prado, which displays older artwork. I thought that the museum was crowded last night because of the festival, but this one was almost as crowded. I don’t remember paintings in other museums being as colorful and vibrant as some of these works were.
Afterwards we walked through El Parque Retiro, a big park in the center of Madrid. The sky was a beautiful blue and Louie proclaimed it the most perfect day in the world, though almost all of the days have had excellent weather. We bought granizados, similar to icees and again watched the people walk by.
There seems to be a much wider variety of clothing styles in Madrid than most places I’ve been in the U.S. People match clothing items together in strange ways or wear bold and daring outfits. And of course they like to dress up a lot. I don’t think they even need a reason to get all dressed up and walk around.
Luckily I don’t think I stand out too much, but maybe that’s just the huge amount of tourists in Madrid. But at least it is better than Thailand and Mexico.
Afterwards we walked through El Parque Retiro, a big park in the center of Madrid. The sky was a beautiful blue and Louie proclaimed it the most perfect day in the world, though almost all of the days have had excellent weather. We bought granizados, similar to icees and again watched the people walk by.
There seems to be a much wider variety of clothing styles in Madrid than most places I’ve been in the U.S. People match clothing items together in strange ways or wear bold and daring outfits. And of course they like to dress up a lot. I don’t think they even need a reason to get all dressed up and walk around.
Luckily I don’t think I stand out too much, but maybe that’s just the huge amount of tourists in Madrid. But at least it is better than Thailand and Mexico.
Monday, October 8, 2007
La Noche en Blanco
“The White Night” is an art and cultural event that takes place all over Europe, though this is only the second time Madrid has participated. All of the museums open up free from 9pm through the entire night and there are art and cultural events spread throughout the entire city. We visited El Museo de la Reina Sofia, which is the gigantic modern art museum in Madrid. Around 10:00pm we got into the museum (they stay up late in Madrid). I have never seen so many people in a museum before. We squeezed ourselves through the crowd looking at paintings by Picasso and Dali. I loved being able to see the details of Dali’s paintings up close.
After we were tired, so we sat in La Plaza Mayor and watched the crowds of people talking by. All of Madrid was out, not just young people, but little kids and grandparents too. Later, as we walked around, we saw a giant stage set up in a plaza where people were doing karoke in front of a crowd. In another part of the city words were projected onto El Palacio de Comunicaciones while poetry was read aloud on a loud speaker. Many of the streets were closed ddown and endless crowds of people replaced the traffic of cars all over. It wasn’t till around 4:00am that people seemed to slowly make their way home.
After we were tired, so we sat in La Plaza Mayor and watched the crowds of people talking by. All of Madrid was out, not just young people, but little kids and grandparents too. Later, as we walked around, we saw a giant stage set up in a plaza where people were doing karoke in front of a crowd. In another part of the city words were projected onto El Palacio de Comunicaciones while poetry was read aloud on a loud speaker. Many of the streets were closed ddown and endless crowds of people replaced the traffic of cars all over. It wasn’t till around 4:00am that people seemed to slowly make their way home.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)