I might be going to Spain in a week. To teach, for a year. Or I might not.

The job's there, but the person who's my link to it is about as reliable as an election promise. So if I get it I'm leaving immediately in a great panic, and if not I may never get out of this godforsaken place.


  1. How exciting! At the very least, it'll give you something to write about, whether you go or not.

    What exactly are you being asked to teach in Spain? Esperanto?

  2. Heh. Esperanto would be easy. I learned the grammar in a weekend.

    No, I'm an English teacher. And Spain, in spite of the, um, overabundance of English people in it's seedier parts, is short of qualified teacher of the English Language.

    Though Esperanto has come in useful in the past, in communicating with spaniards.

    Anyway, the trouble with relying on socialists to organise a school emailing a teacher is...most of them couldn't organise their way out of a paper bag.

  3. Go for it, Kapo! And enjoy the chorizo de jabali ... or are you veggie?!