After my first week I enrolled in a 4/hr a day spanish class at a local school - Speakeasy. The teachers were actually quite good. I took a placement test, and though I was familiar with most of the grammar and understood why I got some of the questions wrong, we (the director and I) decided I would be best located in the upper intermediate class. It was perfect because I really did need some review. And its not that my Spanish was ever that amazing. I definitely spoke a little better than most people in the class (which was quite small, me as the only american), which helped because I now really understand some things that before, were kinda foggy. I took 2.5 weeks of class. I stopped b/c after I found my flat, I realized it was more important to find myself an architecture jobby job.
An English teacher in the class informed me of a temporary teaching gig at International House language school in Mataro' - a coastal town 1/2 hour north by train. My classmate had been teaching there and was about to return to england. I ended up getting the job, since I have experience and certifications from my previous life in bcn. They pay well (which should take the edge off things with the weak dollar), and the classes are in the evening, leaving my days open to do work and whatnot.
I teach 4 groups - two adult lower intermediate, and two children's groups ~10 years old I think. Mostly good people. In general the kiddies here aren't quite as well as behaved as their american compadres. Top picture is my Spanish class, the bottom four are my the English classes I teach.
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