I haven't posted a journal in months and in those months, I have thus moved to Spain with the intention of teaching English. I conquered the TEFL course (it really was the longest and shortest four weeks of my life), went home for the holidays, returned in time to start Spanish courses, and start looking for a job.
A few good things have happened. I've progressed from an absolute beginner in Spanish (A1.1) to A2 in a matter of seven weeks. It's taken some classmates six months to reach that level. So...go me? I've also written a lot. The creative juices are really flowing here. The wine is good, the food is (for the most part) decent, and there are lots of cool people and places to see (including a cat cafe). Then there's the traveling. I hit up Rome last month and will be checking into Belgium next month (and getting my hands on some Belgian chocolate, obviously). Also on my to-visit list are England, France, Ireland, Germany, a few more cities in Italy, and the Netherlands. Until November (when I'll likely return to Estados Unidos), I'll be doing lots of traveling.
Then there's the other side of being abroad. I'm homesick. Obviously. I'm also having trouble finding work. True, I've had my share of interviews, but the results have been dismal. I had one today where I was told that they're not going to hire me because I don't have the experience and that I should maybe look into another TEFL course, but that I should call them back when I get more experience.
I'll vote republican before I call those guys back.
Until then, I'll just take on one-on-one students. And write. And hang out with the felines at the cat cafe. And drink Spanish wine, obviously.