I am working a lot here in Spain, surprisingly. I only took a fifteen minute nap!! And I only slept about four hours yesterday. With two papers (en español) and a test tomorrow, I have been quite the busy bee. Studying, running from closing internet cafe to cheaper internet cafe, and also, working. Yes. Remember that job I mentioned, well I went.
By job, I mean, one hour a week where I tutor two small children in English. Bubbly Pilar and BookWorm Gonzalo. They´re a cute pair, I think 9 and 11 respectively. Their English is significantly better than my Spanish, so we try to work on advanced things, like adjectives. I essentially make up my own MadLibs, which they enjoy dearly. I realized that I have no command over kids, or atleast, I am not trying to. See, they are little and I do not want to yell at them to focus, I want to maintain that sense of coolness that I hold so dear, so I let them distract eachother. Yes, within one hour, they will jump off topic about seven times. I mean, I know I´m not much of tutor, never pretended to be, but its still surprising how much kids can like you for just being there. Seriously, kids want to like you, I do very little, and yet, they tell me how awesome I am all the time. Its quite the ego boost, until you realize they like every one, and were born in 1998. oof. I´m old.
So, that is that.
Also, on the graffiti forefront...
Sometimes you should do research before you find yourself with your foot stuck soo deep within your mouth that you choke. I was talking to a fellow student at school the other day and he bragged, ¨el niño is a family friend.¨
¨El niño?¨ I asked, looking politely at him, thinking of the infamous weather pattern I wrote an article about when I was seven.
¨Yeah, the infamous grafitti artist of Granada. The one that actually gets paid by the city¨
¨Oh that´s cool, I didn´t realize there was a famous one¨ My face flushed red. All my theories, all confused and jumbled now that I know that it is infact the city, the government, that higher cultural authority that pays for the graffiti of Granada. Wow. The irony.
Of course, not ALL the graffiti is El Niños, my favorite work does not contain his name, at least I have yet to find it, but with this new information, I am realizing that jumping to conclusions leads to a state of dissarray. And that there has always been and will always be patrons of the arts, no matter what the art is.
Alright, that´s call for now. Miss you all. Love you all. Off to study about Gypsys and Flamenco DANCE!!!
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Liza, study hard, we want to see your flamenco and gypsy dance when you come back. Papski
I second Papa Sorokin. I'm excited to see your flamenco and gypsy dancing skills upon your return. Also, it's still cool that el nino gets paid by the city. Honestly, how many cities, especially in America, pay people to vandalize so to speak? It's not your fault you didn't know, just think of it as another idea to jump off of you know? Anyway, I'm avoiding homework. I still love you and miss you lots.
-Allison!
Since we already talked on the phone, just wanted to add a short comment - I can totally see you doing that flamenco thing. Have you already bought one of those dresses that they sell all over Spain. If you haven't yet, you should.
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