21 noviembre 2011

My first paletilla

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas..

10 noviembre 2011

10 Oddities of Cartaya

This is my second year teaching in the Cartaya, a town of roughly 16,000, just 5 miles from the Atlantic Coast of Spain. Fortuately, this is also my second year commuting to work because living in there has never felt like an enticing idea. Some mornings when I have a free hour from teaching and bilingual meetings, I like to take a walk through the town or sometimes even grab a coffee and take a seat. I have to admit, the people watching is top notch in Cartaya City.
Here are some of the things I have noticed over my time there, things that would really make you go hmmm if you saw them happening in the US of A.
  1. Abuelas mopping the sidewalks outside their humble abodes as a part of their morning routine
  2. Being asked if I'm an immigrant from Poland who came here to pick strawberries for a living.
  3. Old men decked out in their Sunday best on a Wednesday morning, sitting on a bench and arguing what year it is.
    Cartaya's 'Round' Plaza
  4. Paying 1.50€ at any bar for the breakfast of champions: café con leche and a half toast with tomato and olive oil.
  5. Castles and cathedrals older than my country are simply part of the landscape.
  6. The main plaza in the town is called "Round Plaza" when it is definitely a square, or perhaps, a trapezoid.
  7. It is not uncommon to hear locals blaming their bad hair day or bad weather on the economic crisis.
  8. It is totally acceptable for the entire student body of the high school to skip class the days after the local fair and pilgrimage because they are hung over.
  9. If you can understand the older folks of the pueblo, you can give yourself a pat on the back and bask in the glory of how well you have mastered Spanish. Or at least, the Cartayero 'dialect' of Andalú
  10. How good it feels to work a second year in this white-washed pueblo of Huelva, but how equally nice it feels to take off for Ayamonte everytime that last bell chimes through the halls of the good ole IES.