I made a few notes in a note pad on my journey to Orense (or Ourense, depending on your castellano/gallego preferences) and I am undecided as to what I ought to put in and what not to put in. Fuck it. None of it is going in. This is all new. Hello new blog! Hola blog(a) nuevo/a!
So..first impressions..there is a lovely river, several bridges of varying ages, shapes and sizes and extremely cheap food and drink. The school is delightful, if a bit serious (I shall be bringing a bit of silliness) and I have been lucky enough to know Julieanne Gershmann, who has been working at the school for several months and has basically been my guide/life saver these past few days. Currently I am staying in a hotel (adding to that awkward feeling of limbo) and looking for a flat. It is not ideal. I do not feel particularly comfortable. It's like, if you are a fish, a happy merry swimming sparkly fish, just doin' your thang in some great big lovely comfortable familiar ocean and WHAM! you are in a bowl. A bowl with little plastic castles and treasure chests which you do not understand. I am a fish. A gawping, confused fish getting lost in a bowl.
What a wonderful start to my February blog. Fish analogies.
I guess it's relevant to Galicia, which prides itself on its sea food.
I'm trying not to think about it too much. I think about the language too much too, and then everything fucks up because you become scared. Language is fluid, confident and manipulative and as soon as you take that fearlessness out, you fluster and things get worse. I mean, children don't think about it do they? "Oh no, I dropped my juice!. .. now... is that the correct use of that tense? Should I have used a different verb?" This is not normal 6 year old chatter. They're just pissed they dropped their Sunny Delight.
These blogs of mine do seem to be filled with odd analogies and linguistic difficulties. I guess that's how I'm gonna roll for now! Self obsessed splurgey blurgey blurghhhh.
Hasta irgendwann, chavales!
