I have been working in a school for three days.
I am shattered.
My brain is filled with Spanish and hearing Catalan.
I can’t remember anyone’s names, mainly because I can’t even say them.
My brain is broken.
But I love it. (Not my brain).
Catalonia has taught me a lot so far, things like if there aren’t many people around then you say ‘There were four cats’ and if there is a foul in football match then you use a word that also means onion.
That’s my kind of logic.
I’m going to have an evening off tonight because I spent two hours last night trying to learn Spanish. I say an evening off, all I mean is I won’t try to fit any more information in my brain before I’ve had time to think some more about what is floating around in there already.
It’s a bit like a swimming pool that nearly needs cleaning. If anything else goes in there, it could be a serious problem.
So make sure you don’t do any onions and if you see three cats then tell them to find a friend. They’ll have 36 lives between them.
I have Juan.
*the title is a reference to an incident today in which children had to introduce themselves to me and approximately 60 percent listed their main dislike as Juan Direction.