Another Sabbatical

Hey there. It has been a long time, no really, a very long time. The last post was on January 19th and it is now May 11th. Wow is all I can say. I became a terrible blogger this time a round in Spain. I think a lot of it had to do with the fact that I was unhappy. A lot has happened since I last wrote. Let’s have a quick summary of my last 2 months in Spain, I know, I know.  But here goes.

My second weekend in Alicante was amazing as usual. I hung out with my madre and saw Dani. He took me to a fair. There were all kinds of rides and games. We went on the ferris wheel, a slingshot, a roller coaster, some other rides I don;t remember and ate cotton candy. It was just what the doctored ordered after just getting back to Spain from Christmas break. After that, Dani took me to the Indian restaurant that he did deliveries for. The food was great and of course I got to speak English because Dani speaks like 5 languages perfectly. We always have such a good time.

After my last post, my friend Ashley came to visit me and I called in “sick” to work. As luck would have it, I actually did get really sick and couldn’t talk for most of the week. We had a great time though, sickness smickness. I showed Ashley around my city Albacete and my roommate Eli and her bf took us to some great restaurants with AMAZING FOOD! We went to Cuenca for a day trip. It’s a small town with part of it built on a cliff. This city is famous for its hanging houses. There are a bunch of houses that are right on the edge of the cliff. Eli and her bf, Alfonso, also drove us out to a Chinchilla de Monte-Aragón which is a little town 15 mins from Albacete. What was really great is that I had never been to these two places so  Ashley and I experienced them together for the first time.

So after Ashley left, I went back to work. I had started my new schedule the week before. It was terrible. I did go to Alicante again and it was great. I saw Dani and we went to 100 Montaditos, our favorite place. We said goodbye which was sad. I hung out with my family the rest of the weekend and in fact it was my sister Lidia’s birthday. I truly am part of the family. If I had gotten a job in Alicante, I doubt I would have ever left.

Lets back up a little bit and explain it from the beginning. Rewind to October 2014: I arrived in Spain with no idea what the journey I was about to embark on would be. I started working at my school in La Roda. It was a pretty sweet deal too because I worked two days a week and the rest of the week I was free to do whatever (that turned out to be nothing and there went the 15 pounds I lost in China opps) I went to La Roda on Tuesdays and after school let out I stayed around town so that at 4:30 I could help teach the teachers for the Aulas Europeas or English courses for teachers. Ok that’s cool. Then Wednesdays I went to La Roda and left when school got out at 2:30. After a week or so I was offered a job with an academy teaching children English. So I worked for the academy Mondays and Wednesdays from 4:30-5:30. Perfect. Life was looking good. I went to Alicante twice to see my family and friends there.  Then, in  middle December The Official School of Languages said hey wait a minute you are supposed to work for us too. (who knows if that’s true, free labor anyone?) I went home for Christmas and didn’t worry about. When I returned however, it was a nightmare trying to work with these people. They emailed me a schedule that was ridiculous. I went to School of Languages and talked to them about it and they wouldn’t change it. They said sorry we can’t do anything, so that would mean me having to teach literally all day from the high school to the teachers English course and back to Albacete to teach some more. They turned my nice easy schedule into one was was a few hours Monday and Thursday and all day Tuesday and Wednesday( it was 12 hour days and I was supposed to work 12 hours a week). I did the first week and I came home a complete zombie.

I am no stranger to hard work. I’ve worked 80-90 hours a week before but there is a difference in mindless work and mind grueling work. Teaching English doesn’t sound that hard but if you do speak the language of the students, it is the most tiring job I have ever had in my entire life. Not only are you working but your mind is working double or triple time trying to understand people butchering a language, or pronouncing things horrendously, or translating about 90% of the stuff from one language to another. Add on top of that going from one city to another and back. phew. I tried to change my schedule a few times with both schools but neither would budge and I was miserable. I really was.

I don’t want to get into all the specifics, but my life in Albacete was a shit show. There was so much going wrong at the same time, that when given the chance I jumped at it. As you read my mom won a trip to Cabo San Lucas. So I flew home to go to Mexico with her and decided before I left Spain I was not going to go back.

So there you have it. I was miserable in Albacete and my schools were the main cause for that misery. There were some other factors I will admit and even though I miss Spain more than anyone could ever know, I am so happy I didn’t stay in a situation that made me so unhappy. It wasn’t easy but I made it through all that with the support of my mom. She is my rock and I couldn’t have asked for a better mother. Happy Mother’s Day Mom! ( a day late I know but it’s only late online)

I have more posts to come I promise. There’s Cabo San Lucas, Savannah, and what’s next! Keep a look out!

Hasta pronto!

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