I don’t know if those are the correct lyrics to the song, nor do I know why that title came to me but one thing is for sure and that is that Grease is not my favorite movie.
The last day of school came. And it went. The ‘inspector’ came to school today and whenever he comes everyone is in a jumble. He works for the Junta de Andalucia as the guy who ensures the teachers are doing their jobs and the school is running properly. That being said, today was not as slow and emotional as I thought it was going to be, which is neither a good nor a bad thing. Said goodbye to all the teachers, gave them hugs and wished the children the best in the future. As I walked to the door of each class, kids were trying to quickly complete drawings of houses, trees or basketballs to give me as a gift. One kid pulled out of his pocket a striped red/yellow bouncy ball with a black bull on it. Was this gift something he had planned in advanced? I don’t know but it was a great gift.
Being around the goofball children for 10 months is something I will definitely miss. I will miss the kinder-kids using half a bottle of soap to wash their hands and 15 paper towels to dry them, kids pretending to not understand me when I speak spanish (maybe they don’t..), little girls telling me I have many girlfriends, and above all, eating salami and artisan loaves of bread everyday for lunch. Unfortunately, I don’t have enough time to write about all the goofy things they did.
Heading to Granada today to finally see the Alhambra with my French friend Rafael that I met in Cadiz. It is the most visited monument in Spain - and I almost missed it? #cmooonguy