A long struggle.

5 years ago, I decided that I want to enter into the teaching profession. I went back to college and then onto University and today I have heard that I now have the qualification to teach. After five years I'm now a teacher.

Thank you to everyone who has supported me over the years.

Mountain degrees

Okay, kind of bad of me not to update my blog. But then the more I settle in, the less things seem to surprise me and hence the less I blog. Anyway I wanted to share what happened to me today.

After getting burnt on the beach yesterday we decided to take a drive up into the mountains. I was very surprised to see the temperature actually rise as we got higher. When we arrived at the top it was 40 degrees! Just like to point out that we drove up the mountain not walked!!

Anyway on the way up, we had to cross some pretty nasty ground, and we met two cars coming the other way, one of which had got a flat tyre. 700 metres up, in the middle of no where and he has a flat tyre. They asked if they could use my tire iron, which of course I let them. But my tire iron didn't fit. In the end the other car went back into town to try and find something to help. But it got me thinking, about the type of equipment that you should put in your car, if you intend to drive into the mountains.

For instance, we had our lunch on board, 1 bottle of water, I had also decided to put in my long trousers, even so I didn't use them. So here is summer list.

1. Water - more then one bottle
2. tire jack, spare tire, warning triangle, spare bulbs
3. Tow rope - I don't have.
4. Sun tan lotion
5. First aid kit - I carry a very small one in the car, but I should really up-date it.
6. Pair of trousers and warmer top - just in case.
7. I suppose I could add a spade to the list, just in case you get stuck in sand.
8. Knife and lighter. I care lighter but not a knife.

Maybe I'll stick some pictures up, when I've downloaded them from the camera. If anybody can think of anything else, please comment.

Human Kindness - alive in Valencia

We spent Sunday site-seeing in the centre of Valencia. I have surpised to see English newspapers for sale and anEenglish bagel shop, the menu in English. I guess nobody has told these people that bagels are an American construct and in England we eat TOAST.

I few years ago I attended a beach paty, in which I was the only English person. One of the guys, a pretty nasty bloke even by Spanish standards, nudged me on the shoulder and rattled off the words.

Toro, toro, paella, paella, Sangria, Sangria - that is Spain for you, yes

At the end, I considered all the nasty things I could do to this bloke to cause him a life time of pain. But after I spending the morning in the centre of Valencia. I can see that this image is not created by brits arriving back with stories of beach life and party life, but by Spanish. I lost count of the number of shops that sold post cards of bulls, t-shits with bulls on, cups with bulls on, plates with bulls on, bull magnets, bull caps, and fridge magent shaped Paella. The Airport they do it with taste, but these people are selling the Spanish down the river, look at us, somehow we can't quite leave this tacky American habit of sticking a magnet on crap and calling it at souvenir, the image is in instilled and created by this people. A different type of Spain almost as far removed as those ex-pats that spend their days asleep by their pool in Denia or Murica, slowly pickling their liver with English bought Gin.

Anyway

We stopped for coffee and watched a man working with wire, he spends his days making little wire sulptures, selling them for three euros each. Seconds before we sat down, a man has passed him whispering something into his ear which caused him great stress. Sitting on the street surounded by all these people, he began to cry. Never are we so alone then when we are surounded by people. I suggested that we buy something from him, in order to cheer him up and as your see, his work is great. He started to make something, must of took him a few seconds to wrap the wire. He moved down the rows of table, removing a napkin, in which he wrapped the wire sculpture, to steps later he had placed the 'present' onto the table in front of me. Telling me that I needed to give it to Monica, which I did. After he had sat back down, I handed him three euros, he shook my hand, his hands rough from working with the wire and a life on the streets.

I don't care what he does with the 3 euros, he showed a type of kindness that is only displayed among friends. And he worked for his money, unlike the buggers outside the church or supermaket who just beg. He has a skill and is tyring. I've included a picture, if you see the guy,go and give him a euro and say hello. He's as a mad as a hatter, but thats okay.

Ever wondered

I've often wondered why Spainish people walk so slowly. Now I think I have the answer, it's all do to with time and space. You see when a bunch of Spanish people start walking, they drop out of rotation with normal time and space, so for a fraction of a second they are actually going backwards.

When the time and space 'globe' as gone full circle it picks them back up again and they gain forward movment. This happens everytime they change direction, everytime they walk around a corner or everytime they cross the road.

Of course I know the real reason, it's all about living la vida loca. Taking time over speaking, walking, eating and anyway when it's 40 degrees outside who wants to rush anyway/. But some times, like when you need to get the best seat for the fire bull, some times speed is important.

So my friends, a picture for you. I'm sure you will recognise this, because you are all this!

A little story

This is a little story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody.

There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it.

Anybody could hav done it, but Nobody did it.

Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody's job.Everybody thought that Anybody could do it, but Nobody realised that Everybody wouldn't do it.

It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.

Think about

An up setting incident

Customer Service: The element that all company pride themselves on, that which can make or break the company profile. So why are the Spanish so bad at it, why can't companies and organisations, who frankly are here to serve the customer, the people who pay good money for their services be so intolerable of there own country folk and others.

I mean the 'elbow rule' I can get used to and am actually getting quite good at it. But people being rude, not good. Twice in two days I have been on the recieving end of bad Spanish Customer Service, the first one I put down to 'being lost in translation' which is kind of odd because I managed to order my breakfast this morning which consistered of me speaking 7 words, when yesterday I only had to speak 2. Me thinks maybe some people should open their ears and close there Fu***** mouths.

And today, we went to a well unknown shopping chain to do our weekly shopping and to look at buying me a push bike. The man, who was meant to be a bike techican was so rude, when asked if he knew anything about bikes he said no, when asked which bike was better he said the cheapest, he asked us if we could get the bike down from its stand, which we didnt, when is it my job to do his job, he didnt like that very much and told Monica, not to worry as he didnt want me losing my 'rings' he said if he spoke English he would tell me himself. SO now we are getting to it, its because I'm English and I'm living in your country

Therefore I'm no better then the shit on your shoes, well you know what buddy, you can stick your bike right up your pig latin, dog shit smelling, noisey bastards, bad driving, Bull killing, rice eating ass.

Edited now that I have calmed down

Sorry, Sorry, Sorry, Sorry!!

Sorry, sorry, sorry. I have my reasons for not posting. As you know, I moved countries. So I should of posted. I should of posted about all the new experiences, the joy thast I feel, knowing that I have washed up (at least for the time being) in great little town, surrounded by great people.

But men tend not to show their feelings, well English men tend not to show their feelings, and thats the reason I've not posted. Why share my happiness with the world, I share my happiness with my friends. Its the saddness that I need to share and there is actually very little saddness in my life right now.

So whats been happening:

I moved country, Spain won the Euro cup, I opened a bank account, I became a resident of Valencia , I got a N.I.E, I discovered that at the moment I don't get free medical care

I'm on the road to getting my knee sorted, I got sun burnt, I've got a tan

I graduate from University, I've started running, My computer has been fixed, I lost my phone, I bought a new phone, We got a new kitten called Nacho, as it turns out the vet is also called Nacho and he gay, as is the man in the pet shop, I've been introduced to the people in my building, for instance the lady up-stairs always wears her shoes, and does not know the meaning of quiet, I've named her lady. The man next door and floor 2 is a noise so and so, he argues with his wife all the time. The lady opposite wears the same clothes everyday and the lady next door has a small dog which she beats. So normal for Spain then.

And now for the saddness:

I'm losing my friends, not my Spanish friends, my English friends. I've remarked before that while I'm here, life goes on back in the UK. My exact words were.

"It's easy to forget that real life does go on. People in the real world they achieve, they fail, they hurt, they get sick and better again, they fall out and make up, they get married, they have children."

But I'm no longer part of that process. I've tried to remain in contact with my friends, but their lives get in the way. People are saying "Yeah I'll come out." and then I don't here from them again for another week. I think maybe out of sight, our of mind. I've tried to text, I send messages over face book and I get nothing back. I'm not alone, I could never be alone, just down the road is a city full of people. But I won't forget the people who have been close to me over the last three years, those that have stood side by side when the shitr hit the fan. I'll wait and see.

Till the next time