Saturday, December 13, 2008

Success!



















With only some minor miscalculations in the number of plates, forks, and, ahem, chairs... we pulled it off! Turkey, mashsed potatoes, gravy, special spinach, pumpkin soup (only half store-bought and a quarter splattered on the wall), bread, 8? bottles of wine, and two different kinds of dessert for twelve. Besides, I won't be able to get away with serving ice cream in coffee mugs when I'm a real adult, so why not enjoy it now?

picture, clockwise: KC, Roger, Jaume, Núria, Eric, Xavi, Oriol, Patrick, Sori, Antonio, Guillermo. And you can probably recognize me.

Draw me a tree



During one particularly interesting class this week, in which I was concerned that my student's sleep deprivation was causing some strange behavior (read: kangaroo impression), he delivered one of my new favorite quotes:




"One time, someone asked me to draw a tree, so I spend three hours carefully drawing the trunk, the leaves, all the branches... and then they told me it was for a psychology test."





Keep that in mind next time you have three hours to kill and someone gives you vague, illustration-related instructions.


( In case you're curious, this is a test used especially with children to determine their attitudes and perceptions, but it can be used with adults too. Basically, you're asked to draw a tree (or in other cases a face or a house), and what you draw says a lot about what you're thinking and feeling at the time. Everything, from the season of the tree to whether it has holes, roots, flowers, animals, or a swing, says something about you. Here's a link to something similar if you want to play along a home:

http://drawing.feedbucket.com/start.php )

Saturday, November 22, 2008

I will make you so much happy


One of the easier things about learning Spanish is the pronunciation in general. There are some things that are very different from English, like the silent h, the harsh "j" sound, and of course rolling the rrrrrrs. A simple word like "rojo," (red), is difficult to pronounce correctly because you have to roll the first r and make the j sound in your throat. But 99% of the time Spanish words are pronounced like they're spelled phonetically. After you learn the rules, there are no surprises. Every syllable is pronounced, and the accents are handy to tell you if there are any changes in which syllable gets stressed. English, on the other hand, is a pain in the culo.

Because each syllable is pronounced in Spanish words, it's difficult for Spanish people to turn off the instinct to pronounce every syllable when speaking English. For this reason, one of the main difficulties that they have when learning English is with words ending in "ed". "Asked" becomes "as-ked", "watched" is "watch-ed," etc. The ones that have t or d before the "ed" are easy: invited, decided, and so on. But the rest are a constant source of annoyance. Another problem is the tendency to say "the people is," because "people" in Spanish is most commonly "la gente," which is singular. And still another is to says "fathers" instead of parents, "brothers" instead of "siblings," and "childrens" instead of "children". All of these come from directly translating from one language to another. The interesting thing is that each person, or each group of people, who learns English as a second language makes mistakes that are unique depending on what their native language is. I've never sat in on a Chinese ESL class, for example, but I imagine that their version of English is different than that of my students, especially at a basic level. I have even seem some examples of this when people are thinking in Catalan before speaking English. One common error is to say "dinner" when they really mean "lunch", because "lunch" in Catalan is "dina"....










...or else.



And this brings me to my second point, which I think I've mentioned before. When I took the TEFL course in Sevilla, once of the things they emphasized is that with this course, you're certified to teach anywhere in the world. And even better, their spectacular lesson plans would allow you to teach even in a country where you didn't speak the language. This might be true if you have the luxury of restricting yourself to teaching only advanced students who never ask you "how do you say ____ in English?". But in the real world, if you want to teach basic classes, if you want to avoid wasting time looking things up in the dictionary, if you want to understand (and help your students understand) why they make the mistakes they do, and if you want to help them form associations with words in their native language, at least some grasp of their native language is a huge benefit. And if nothing else, you can at least commiserate and stop them from beating themselves up so much when you tell them funny stories of your own mistakes. (I recently went into a Zara and asked where was the department for things for the home, pointing at a sign. After being told that there wasn't one at that store, I looked again and saw that it said Homme, as in "man" in Catalan. Oops). But even my extremely basic knowledge of Catalan comes in handy when I can explain that "fork" sounds like "forquilla" and "cousin" is similar to "cosí". I guess my point is that I've learned a lot of things during my time teaching, and one of them is to not listening to the marketing techniques of a company that's trying to get you to pay for their course.



But as difficult as English spelling and pronunciation can be, it's also a source of humor for those who don't take themselves so seriously. I wish I had a videocamera in my class the day I taught the group the words "tweezers," and they all repeated it for a minute straight. It sounded like a group of little birds at feeding time. Have you ever thought about how similar "message" and "massage" sound? And how embarrassing it would be if you're a receptionist and say "Your wife wanted me to give you this massage" by accident? The other day, I wrote the phrase "traffic jam" up on the board, and one woman, Rosa, said "oh, traffic ham" and everyone starting laughing and making jokes about traffic hams. I told them to just be sure to remember the real pronunciation, or they're going to insist to someone that their English teacher told them it was "jamón de trafico". And it makes me laugh everytime to hear people think out loud, or explain to another student, the spelling of an English word by pronouncing it like a Spanish word. I've heard "mistake" pronounced "mees-ta-kay" so many times, I've had to stop myself from using it as a real word when I'm speaking Spanish. Lettuce is "lay-too-say," naturally. And on Thursday, when I was teaching little Javier the frequency adverbs (always, often, never...) he was copying down the word "sometimes" and said slowly under his breath "so-meh-tee-mays". We both couldn't stop laughing.

If you're still reading, thank you. And if I have a point somewhere in all this, I guess it's that you have to go easy on yourself when you're learning a language, and go even easier on other people. It's difficult for ways that you never expect until you're in the middle of it. Even the simple act of ordering an ice cream cone in Spanish can turn into an R-rated mistake if you're not careful (as Eric, who works at an ice cream place) loves to tell me about.



I'm off to prepare for KC's arrival tonight! She's flying in from Ireland and staying until Friday. We're planning a Thanksgiving feast, so if anyone has any suggestions about recipes or ways to not screw up the turkey, they'd be much appreciated. If not, I can always trust Martha Stewart's recipe on how to fry a turkey on a jail cell radiator.

Besos y abrazos!

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Simon Says "Enough Already"

Although it's only November, my classes have already been changing a lot this year. One reason is because of the crisis - some people have had to cut back on the number of class hours, which leaves me in the position to find new students to fill in the gaps. And the second reason is because of the parents of the boys I've been teaching since last year. They've been talking up the classes to other parents at the boys' school, and because of their recommendations I've started classes with two other families.

The first is a family with two boys, Lucas (9) and Santi (6). I'm teaching Lucas all things related to cooking, because the kid loves to cook elaborate meals like paella and pizza from scratch. At nine years old. He gets visibly excited talking about garlic and different types of lettuce that I didn't even know existed. Santi is really adorable, but really difficult to teach. We look at a calendar and practice the days of the week and he says "Monday, Wednesday, seventeen!" and giggles. I ask him what his favorite food is and he says "koala". (The week before we talked about animals and I mentioned that koala was the same in English and Spanish. Apparently that's the only one he remembered.  And no, they do not consume koala meat in Spain). He looks exactly like the Jerry McGuire kid, but with thick red glasses. Basically like this:


I would love to teach him how to say "My next door neighbor has three rabbits" and show his mom after the class, but I have a feeling the humor would be a little lost on her...

The newest kids class I have is with two girls (finally!) named Sara and Laura. Sara's 8 and Laura's 10. They're family friends of Javier and Guillermo, the "original" boys, and are the only two naturally blonde and blue eyed Spanish/Catalan children I've seen. Just like J and G, they have very different personalities. Laura is very reserved and studious. She can spell words like "stomachache" better than most Americans could. Sara is a wind-up toy, and a little sneaky. Yesterday we were playing a memory game where we had to turn over pairs of verbs and their matching pictures. As I was explaining the game with the cards all laid out, she kept conspicuously ducking under the table, and it took me a second to realize what she was doing: looking up under the glass table to see the pictures! She made a big show of having to think and decide about which cards she wanted to choose, and miraculously picked a pair the first time! We set a no dirty cheaters policy very soon after that. During class with Laura, Sara bounces around the room and peeks through the kitchen window, asking when we're going to play Simon Says. Which brings me to the title of the post.

In addition to the words "sit down" and the song "head, shoulders, knees, and toes," every child in an English class seems to know the game Simon Says from day 1. Not only that, they'll do whatever this "Simon" character tells them to do, and will immediately snap into Good Behavior Mode if the threat of a Simon Says-less class is dangled in front of them. It's a great learning tool (except when it's Javier's turn and asks me how to say put your finger in your nose), but it's a little distracting when 5 minutes into class Santi starts with "play Simon Says? play Simon Says?" with a mesmerized look in his eyes. And it's a little disconcerting during a time of crisis to know that my position could just as easily be filled with this guy:



As fun as it is teaching the kids, the adults have their moments, too. At the risk of trying to explain "you-had-to-be-there" situations, here's some recent things that made me laugh from my pre-intermediate business class. This is my only class where the students want to pretty much go straight through the book, but sometimes I try to enhance some exercises and make things more interesting by straying from the page. For example, when we were learning the names of household appliances, I had them explain the basic uses for each one, like "The broom cleans the floor". In the end, we had a list like "The refrigerator keeps my beer cold" and "The vacuum scares my son". I asked them about their least favorite chores and who did what in the house, and one woman, Anna, said with a straight face something like "My ex-husband and I did everything equal, 40/40". I thought for a second and said, "Do you mean 50/50?" a she said "Oh, yeah!". We all started laughing and decided that the other 20% of her house just stayed dirty. Then today I was teaching them how to give directions, and I played the role of the lost English-speaking tourist. After writing up all the relevant words and phrases like "go straight," "change lines," and even teaching them the nifty trick of using the "L" of your thumb and pointer finger to remember which hand is left, they decided that the best thing to do is tell the person to walk to the end of the street and ask someone else how to get there.

That's all for now. My camera stopped working, so I don't have any new pictures to share, but I'm hoping to get a new one soon! Hasta entonces!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Messages from my students



Congratulations!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Congratulations!!!!!!
I'm very happy for the results of the present elections and I'm sure since now the world will be better.

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Hi Laura,

congratulations

yes we can!

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Congratulations LAURA !!!

Today is a fantastic and nice day and you must be proud

___

Hey Laura!

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!

I think that you will have a good president.

I see you tomarrow

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My best wishes for your country and for all of us! I hope that the influence
in the world will be more positive and that the new govern will continue
working for peace, freedom and real democracy.

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PS For those who can access Google Earth, you should be able to see Obama's face painted in the sand on the beach of Barcelona. He's a rock star around these parts.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Juca Update

I visited Juca again today in the hospital. Unfortunately, the biggest improvements that he's made since his accident are that he's now able to communicate better, he's in a private room with a TV, and just recently he starting being able to turn his head. About a week ago they tried to move him to a wheelchair, but he ended up having a bad reaction to being moved and had a fever for days after. His family is trying to get him well enough to return to Brasil because São Paulo has a very good unit for injuries of his kind, but it's hard to imagine him getting on a plane to make the journey home.

Despite everything, he has amazing attitude and conviction. Bruno, his cousin and best friend who has been by his side as a full time job since the accident, told me today about a relationship Juca has developed with one of the nurses. He asked her one day to be honest and tell him if she had ever seen anyone in his condition walk again. She was, and said that she hadn't. He told her to write his name down, because he was going to be the first.

He has to walk again.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Mucho Mucha, and other Musings


My last few days have been very full. Normally I write about my adventures in other places, but I've neglected to write about the daily things that make me smile and make me grateful. This past weekend was a good example.  

Last year, I was lucky enough to come across an advertisement for someone who was looking to practice both English and salsa.  He needed a salsa partner and was willing to pay for lessons for both of us in exchange for help with English.  I was the first to contact him, and after meeting up, we started the lessons at a dance school/ club called Antillas.  We did 10 last Spring, and after a summer hiatus, we started again Friday evening .  It's something that I've really enjoyed.. it's a great chance to meet new people, get some exercise, and learn something that I've always wanted to learn.  It's interesting, too, because both times I've been the only American in the class.  As I'm learning the steps, I'm also trying to focus on what the instructor is saying because the classes are taught in Spanish, naturally.  At first, I think I was always a few seconds behind whenever she called out "gira a la derecha, gira a la izquierda," but now I've got it down, and my new teacher is even easier to understand when she speaks.  Mario, my partner, and I went to our first "Basico B" lesson on Friday, and again Sunday night to a start of the season party.  It was so much fun, with the instructors lining everyone up line-dance style and calling out movements while everyone danced together and we beginners tried to keep up.  After watching some of the really advanced couples dance, I'm even more inspired to continue with the lessons.  They make it look so effortless and fun.. I'm determined to improve to the point where I'm spinning around in heels without thinking about where my feet will land.  

Saturday evening I met with Enrique and Isabel, a sweet married couple who I met through Michelle.  He's a fair-complexioned intellectual-looking Catalan man, and she's a striking woman from the South of Spain who's often mistaken for Italian.  We've been meeting every few weeks for language exchanges - they help me with my Spanish, and I help them with English.  At first Enrique and I were meeting alone... his English is great and we can switch effortlessly from one to the other, which must be confusing for eavesdroppers.  When Isabel is there it's a different dynamic, but just as interesting.  She can say "My name is Isabel.  I'm from Barcelona," and I'm teaching her some basic verbs and words related to the house and the weather.  They just returned from a trip to America and were eager to tell me how nice people were there, from San Francisco to New York City.  Whenever I leave after our intercambios, I always feel like I've gained more than just practice with language.  I really value my relationships I've made with people outside the age range of most of my friends (they're in their mid 30s).  I feel like you can learn a lot a gain a new perspective by talking to people older than you, and it's nice to feel like I've developed a community here besides the people I go out with on the weekends.  

Every month, all the major museums in Barcelona are free on the first Sunday.  Last month, Ashley, Patrick, and I tried to go, but slept in and found out the hard way that most of them close around 2:00.  This month, my new friend Nuria and I agreed to meet at noon and head to Plaza España, where there are two major museums.  The first one we went to, MNAC (National Museum of Art of Catalunya), is a work of art in itself: 


There we saw a lot of old religious art, which never really inspires me, and got kicked out just as we were done looking at a photography exhibit from the Spanish Civil War. Next, we went to Caixa Forum, which stays open until 8:00. There the main exhibit was of artwork and jewelry by Mucha, whose work I fell in love with. He gained popularity after he designed posters for plays starring Sarah Bernhardt, the famous French actress, and later went on to paint many portraits of women and nature. He has a recurring theme of series of four: the four seasons, four parts of the day, four precious stones, etc. It made me strongly consider a career as a muse.

After the museum tour, we went to grab lunch and found ourselves in the middle of a Medieval Festival, which for some reason included donkeys and belly dancers. Then we met Nuria's boyfriend, Jaume, for a drink in the Raval area (which, according to Woody Allen in Vicky Cristina Barcelona, is filled with prostitutes smiling and waving), before I had to run off to my salsa party.




Even though I usually take advantage of the weekend to relax and unwind, I felt more energized Sundya after running around all day than I ever do after a day of lounging. I love the feeling of opening myself up to new opportunities, not planning too much, and just seeing what happens from there. It's difficult to stumble across something new and interesting when I'm wholed up in my apartment. I'm already planning fun things for next weekend - a trip to the top of Tibidabo, quizás? But first, I have a lot of teaching English to do. So buenas noches, bona nit, and buona sera (I'm learning Italian). Here's a few more Muchas for the road:




























Sunday, September 21, 2008

Menorca

















With the upcoming elections, I want to take a moment to point out one important issue that, disappointingly, the candidates have been conspicuously avoiding: increased vacation time. I'm not one to think that my short time in Europe, and my short time on this Earth in general, puts me in a position to preach about complex ways that European countries are different from America, but I think we can all remember elementary school when we learned that 4 > 1. This especially applies with summer vacation. Since the Spanish have a month of vacation time (in addition to adjusted work schedules to allow for beach time), it's the general rule in Spain that August is holiday month, and things pretty much shut down. Because no one wanted English lessons during their Sacred Vacation Time, this meant a lot of free time for me as well. And let me tell you, I'd give up having a dishwasher (and dryer, and microwave...) for life if it meant having more than a week or two of vacation every year. I've had people tell me, completely straight-faced, that there would be riots in the streets if the government tried to change the current system. They're in disbelief when I tell them that a lot of people in America have a week tops, and even more so when I explain the concept of sick days. Here, when you're sick, you just don't go to work. (But to be fair, they have been building the Sagrada Familia since 1882, so maybe there's something to be said about a few less siestas every year).  Anyway, after Tomatina, Ashley and I took a short Monday - Thursday trip to Menorca as soon as the prices dropped September 1st.


The first day, we only had to walk out of the hotel to find ourselves on the beach.  At one point I realized that I was paying the same amount to stay in the hotel on the beach as I did to stay in dreadful Hostel New York during the second half of my first month in Barcelona. But I probably would never have moved if my hostel had a pool with flamenco music and cheap pitchers of sangria.



How fun do these look?!




The second day, we took a bus from Calan Bosch, where we were staying, to Cala Blanca a little bit further north.  This is where the bus driver dropped us off:















 














Menorca's coastline is dotted with "calas," which don't really have an easy translation into English.  This is what a cala is:

Closer look:
There are dozens of these mini beach/coves all over the island, some more secluded than others.  I went snorkeling with a snorkel I "borrowed" from the hotel.  (By the way - in Spanish, you can say "gafas" for the mask, which is the same words for glasses and "tubo," for the tube.  It's so intuitive and makes you wonder who came up with words like "snorkel" and "goggles" that you can only use in a really specific context. This is why I sometimes find myself apologizes to my students for the complexities of our language.)

Back at the hotel:



On the last, and decidedly best, day we had an unexpected, amazing time completely by accident.  In order to kill time before we caught the bus to the other side of the island, we wandered towards the coast near Ciatudella, the main city on the west side...
There we came across the coastline, which was nothing like in Calan Bosch.  It was rocky, with cliffs that dropped down into the sea, and it reminded me a little bit of the way Northeast of America.

























We found a secret cave/ homeless person's dwelling, and ventured in.














Ashley found her Favorite Spot in the World, and we carefully climbed down and dangled our feet off the edge, waiting for just the right wave to come along...



Then we walked down to the water, and played chicken with the waves.

Soaked!  Some boys fishing off the edge were looking at me like I was a crazy woman.  They signaled to me that they had caught 4 fish so far, then I waved bye and it was Ashley's turn.













Wait for it...

Classic!















Instant Replay!















With the sun setting, it was time to leave.

















We made our way back to the bus, then fell asleep during the 45 minute ride to Mahon.














Downtown Mahon:















Mahon is known for having the second largest natural port in the world, or some other impressive statistic like that.  Here is it - it's really pretty at night: 

We caught a late flight back to Barcelona, the kind of flight that takes off, and after what seems like 5 minutes, the pilot announces the landing.  It's times like this that make me appreciate choosing to live in Barcelona versus another city in Spain and make me realize that I could never live away from the coast.  


"My life if like a stroll on the beach... as near to the edge as I can go." - Thoreau