Observations from an American in a Small Pueblo

I have been living in Bollullos for almost a week (OK fine, only four days cause I went on a mini vacation to Tarifa and Cadiz, but that’s another post!). But let’s be real, Bollullos isn’t a central city in Andalucia, and it takes about twenty minutes to walk from one side of town to the other.

Although the town itself is very small, it has much more to offer than I initially thought. Here are some examples:

Yep, people ride their horses to the bar. Let’s hope there isn’t any drunk riding…from the man or the horse.

The local cathedral. The tower is the only original part, the actual cathedral itself was destroyed in an earthquake.

My future students probably created this work of art. Just so you know this is a swear word.

My land lady (duena) and my bilingual coordinator brought us food because everything was closed down for Sunday!

I also had the chance to visit my new school that I will be working in this year as an auxiliary of conversation (I know sounds super official and important!). I met most of the staff I will be working with and they are so excited about my arrival they threw me into a lesson RIGHT THEN AND THERE. Yeah, I know I’m a teacher and all that jazz, but en serio (seriously). So what did my lesson consist of? Playing multiple rounds of twenty questions about my hobbies, family, and my favorite things sincemangy of the students struggled with question words like “do you like…?” and “what’s your favorite….?” Let’s just say I amazed them with my love of helado and jamon. Also, my brother is now quite famous with my students after seeing this picture of me and him after a 5k. Brother, you also have many 6th grade girls fawning over you. Once class was done my cooperating teacher said to me “you can always tell how good a teacher REALLY is by throwing them into a lesson. And you did great!” I said thanks, but what I was really thinking was “you thought that was good, wait until you see a lesson I have actually had time to prepare!” Over all, I got great vibes from the teachers, and I feel that I will be very supported here!

Outside of my new school!

Observations of what my year will entail at school:

-Spaniards love to talk…even their kids.  If that is the worst I have to deal with, I can…They understand “SILENCE” very well.

-School hours are 9 AM to 2 PM…but that doesn’t mean I’m always there.  I get to sleep in a lot during the week and I have a lot of prep time (Prep time?  Not even heard of in the states).  Teachers don’t have to be at school at the crack of dawn, and they are out the door faster than the students at the end of the day.  However, teachers have to come back on Monday’s for 4 hours after school for meetings, prep, workshops, etc.

-Discipline is done very differently here…most kids get their recess taken away or have to sit out in the hall.  There is no such thing as being sent to the director’s office…yet.

-Again, time is not of the essence here.  Things will get done when they get done.  No one is pressed against the clock.  If it doesn’t get finished today, there is plenty of time tomorrow.

I’ve also had a lot of time to make my new house more homier this week, and I can finally post pics of it:

The living and dining area.

La cocina con una lavadora! The kitchen with a washing machine…completely normal in Spain.

El patio por fiestas, por sorpresto! The patio for fiestas, of course!

The extra bedroom for friends and family!!! AKA COME VISIT…once we get an air matress.

The upstairs bathroom!


Catherine’s room.




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