07 April 2013

Teacher Trainer



It’s taken me 6 months to get this blog organized in my head and now with 189 days of experience, I am finally ready to share with you all about my “new” job.

In September I happened upon a job listing looking for a native English speaker with some sort of classroom experience, willing to travel and talk in front of large groups of students…

Turns out it wasn’t a typical teaching English job at all. I was hired on at one of the leading Publishing Houses for secondary school English textbooks in Spain as a Teacher Trainer in the Teacher Development department. That’s whole big jumble of whatever, so in other words, this is what’s up:

I work for the well established and respected International Publishing company, Burlington Books. I represent the company as a Teacher Trainer throughout 5 autonomous communities in the North of Spain: Cantabria (Santander), País Vasco (Bilbao, San Sebastián), La Rioja (Logroño, wine country) Navarra (Pamplona-running of the bulls) & Aragón (Zaragoza, the Pyrenees and most importantly, Calatayud). In parenthesis I have noted the most well known cities and attractions pertaining to that community.

My title is ‘Teacher Trainer’ and on some level I suppose the goal is to be somewhat of an inspiration to the teachers with regards to teaching English as a language alongside culture because neither culture nor language can exist without the other.

Each week I am assigned an area, a province, what have you... And each day I visit a new school and meet new students. The catch: As a gift to faithful Burlington clients/customers (renewing or buying new books), as an incentive to become a Burlington client or as a gift for recently becoming a Burlington client, OUR OFFER is this: a native speaker to give extremely entertaining and pedagogical culture classes to secondary students; a gift that nowadays has more value than any piece of new technology.

It is an extremely satisfying job, especially when we succeed in getting groups of 60+ teenagers to participate in English language discussions and classes all the while laughing, smiling and begging for more.  It is what is going to help reverse the English language learning decline in this country. Ask any Spaniard about the level of English in general and most will tell you that it’s shamefully low... Low in comparison to any other country in Europe (well except Italy, they say…ha ha ha) and in the world.

All of us teachers (in total we are 7 throughout Spain) are 150% convinced of the success and positive effect of this program and that is why these classes work so well.  On a good day, and most days are, we teachers enjoy the classes just as much as the students do, and that is so telling of us, the material and the objective of our company.

Some days though, I forget that even though we make up what is the Teacher Development department, we are in fact a part of the Marketing team. I am half educator, half marketing sales rep assistant, as we are basically the cherry on top to completing the sale. Books… workbooks… digital material… You are welcome for selling you the best English material out there, and our culture classes are proof to why learning English is so important and beneficial.
Having said all of that, my job is extremely dynamic in a different sense. I travel a lot. It has not been an easy adjustment to make. Though I am “based” out of our office in Bilbao (in the Basque Country), I have spent more time in Zaragoza these past 189 days than I have in the Basque Country. Lucky for me I have a flat in Calatayud (an hour outside of ZGZ) and by obligation, a shared flat in Bilbao for the days I spend up north.

For those who know something about Spanish geography, Cantabria and the Basque Country make up half of the Northern coast on the Iberian Peninsula. The waters here are called the Bay of Biscay or in Spanish, el Mar Cantábrico. This region is famed for the rainfall they receive from Autumn to Spring but we all know the result of receiving lots of downpour… The scenery and mountainous countryside make up some of the most beautiful and green, photogenic landscapes in the world.

Mountains + rolling green hills + sea + unique and fucking delicious gastronomy make the Basque Country and surroundings a dream.

I have seen some absolutely breathtaking views, I have visited historically important places (Guernica, one of the first aerial bombings by Nazi Germany which inspired the painting Guernica by Pablo Picasso) and I have had the joy of learning about Basque people, their culture and their ever entertaining and linguistically impossible language.

Besides the Basque country, I have visited small mountain towns in the breathtakingly gorgeous Pyrenees Mountains, driven through different vineyard towns in the internationally famed Rioja region of Spain, tasted the best Grenache, Tempranillo and Crianza wine and and a few times I have eaten lunch while looking across the waters at Southern France. I have also visited such true pueblos tucked so far away in the mountains where I am just a strange yet fascinating English speaking creature to the village folk. The joys are endless and it always cracks me up when I visit towns called: Cabezón de la Sal (Big head of the salt) or Cenicero (Ashtray).

My classes usually start in the morning and I finish around lunchtime which means when I am on the road I have the entire afternoon for excursions and tourism. To be honest though, I haven’t exactly taken complete advantage of this as it really takes it’s toll on my mind and body, driving 4,355 miles in one month.

When my family came to visit in December, Cameron arrived a couple weeks before everyone else and I was able to share this treasure of a place with him. He fell in love instantly and I know he will be back... Hopefully one day we can have some sort of parcel of land in the Basque Country to share, visit, cultivate and partake in all the joys of life in this place where I would honestly stay forever were the circumstances in my favor… as long as there were beach close by.

Below I would like to share some photos with you, of places I’ve visited. Some are mine, taken usually with my crap mobile phone camera, so I’ve downloaded a few from the internet… I claim no rights to those photos.
 

San Vicente de la Barquera (Cantabria)
What it looks like in good lighting:

 What it looked like when I went for work in winter:
(the contrast of still sea with the snowy mountains in the background is quite a nice sight, too)


Bermeo (Vizcaya, Basque Country)


Lekeitio (Vizcaya, Basque Country)





San Juan de Gaztelugatxe (Vizcaya, Basque Country)

(my visit with brother Cam);
 



Hondarribia (Guipuzcoa, Basque Country)







Oñati (Guipuzcoa, Basque Country)
Look at this gorgeous valley... 





23 February 2013

"...and he would laugh"

Since today is Saturday and we survived the week (I just barely survived.. late, sleepless nights, early mornings and lots of kilometers in the car), I wanted to share my favorite things that I either read or heard during the week that kept my smile intact despite my insomnia....

Enjoy and happy weekend 
=)


I wanna be the first comic ever to shit on MLK
People only talk about the good things,
they dont mention..  that he was a litter bug
He would roll up all the windows and lock them and then fart... with the heat up... while his family suffered. and he would laugh.
-S.Silverman

(With regards to the gay community being represented by a rainbow flag)
I think it's weird that one group just took refracted light
-D.Martin


And now you have the whole world and you have me, for the betterment of your life and the lives of others around you. For freedom, you have it, you were born with it, I dont give it.
-MO

"Hellowwwwww. how did you sleep baibu. has a wonderfoul day. i lovvvvve uuuuu to the venus and back passing for jupiter"
-JP  


Lastly, I'd like to wish this beautiful sass pot a fabulous 26th birthday! Feliz Cumpleaños, EK, I'll buy you a late-night donut this summer! MUAH!

  

19 February 2013

The Queen

Here's what's been dominating my thoughts lately:

My Super Granny.

She's been fighting a horrible infection in her foot for a while now. She stopped driving well over a year ago (that's a story for another day and it's best told first hand by Granny or Uncle Dave Stamp) and has been forced to sit on her behind almost all day with her foot elevated and wrapped up in a booty. THIS HAS BEEN DRIVING HER NUTZ. If you know my Grandmother, she's usually on the go, discount/coupon shopping at LOP Holiday Market or Safeway (stalking up on choco chips and brown sugar-crucial ingreds for those famous Congo Squares), Hallmark card browsing at Longs or in the clearance section at Ross (Dress for Less), filling big trash bags with clothes to take to the Catholic church and donate to the poor. So now with this foot biz keeping her pretty grounded, she has made a make-shift "office" for herself on the love seat in her living room, with her Frank Sinatra books within reach and her statistics book right on her lap as she fanatically keeps track of the Giants' wins and loses, runs, errors, etc etc etc... And whenever there is nobody  is looking, she's on her feet for a quick 20 minutes to throw in a batch of Congos that will be distributed to her family and friends in the greater LOP area or just to the mail lady (bless you) who hand delivers mail to her doorstep.

So my Grandmother naturally has everyone at her service, wanting to help out, do her errands, take her around... but Granny HATES THAT. She is such a proud and independent woman, that it's killing her to be so still. Those are just 2 of the endless qualities that I admire in my (funky) G-ma so it's also killing me to know that it's killing her. But she makes her funnies just sitting on the couch, anyway she can, because that woman is determined and really, just the happiest, most fulfilled human being I know. She doesn't have a mean bone in her body (her old timer ignorance doesn't count.. she still calls Asians 'Orientals,' has some catchy little rhyme about a China man eating dead rats, and she has some pretty great anecdotes about her Indian doctor ("who's just so serious, honey, that's why I tell her things like, 'I'm going to sell the extra pills to the kids on the street,' "). Last week at the Optometrist someone asked her what was up with her foot..."As the kicker of the football team, I just kicked one too many." What other 85 year old lady wearing floral capris and a disco Fedora would so naturally answer someone's sympathetic question about her (rather serious) foot issue like that?

Let's face it, my Grandmother is a gem of gems. If you are reading this, I am sure that some way or another she has had an impact in your life... Or you have tasted her famous Congos....Or she has welcomed you into her home for a day, a night or a even years, or if none of those things, she has prayed for you or your cousin's husband's ex-father-in-law's boss' grandchild who is battling asthma. Granny has a methodical and extensive prayer list, kept safely in her head and she goes through the list (organized by category) every day. She once told me it takes her more than 11 minutes to get through it. Every morning. Try sitting down and praying or sending positive thoughts to different people for 11 minutes straight, everyday. It's time consuming, and we probably can't think of enough people to pray for. If my Grandmother ever finds out about someone being sick, under going surgery or recovery of some sort, battling any kind of challenge that life may throw their way, they make it on the list. She has categories such as: Cancer, Alcoholics, (recovering or relapsing), Children, Grandchildren, Unemployment, etc. This woman is truly heaven sent.

So thanks to my Aunt Nancy and the heroic team effort of all her children (and their families), Granny has officially avoided hospital time and an extended stay in Assisted Care.. Instead, she gets to stay cozy in her "office" with her antibiotic IV drip kicking that infection's ass, right from her living room (with a spectacular view of the year-round Christmas tree). My Mom, Dad, Uncle and Aunt are all being trained to administer the IV as and when she needs it. I spoke with my Granny last week and even though on the inside I know that she is extremely grateful for everyone's help and company, she doesn't "understand what the big fuss is all about." That's my champion Grandmother. So if you made it through this post, and have an extra 30 seconds in your day, please, for her sake and mine, how bout sending a little positive energy that little lady's way???!!!

Love you, Grandma!
See you in July, and if I have to haul you over my shoulder to take you to some baseball games, you know I will. 
XOXO

13 February 2013

مغربي

مغربي
 Morocco

So now that I'm back writing, here's a more fun update for readers. No loooong drawn out thoughts on how and why the world works the way it does.. No more insightful bull dung.

In August of 2012, after spending a whopping 2 months in Northern California, I returned to Spain and went on a lovers trip to a place filled with colors and smells and endless cups of fresh mint tea. 2 weeks floating about Magical Morocco. What an intensely stunning country. The people, the food, the geography, gah! We did it all..except see the ocean. But we did go all out on a desert vacation, mid-August, DURING Ramadan surviving each smoldering hot 46ºC (114ºF) day, spending lots of money on water and juice. Damnit, I cannot wait to go back to Morocco and revisit old friends in the Sahara or take a dip in the Ras el-Maa river that flows generously through the Rif Mountains in Northern Morocco. 

Enjoy the photo journey and please spend some time in this country at some point in your life. The Berber desert dwelling people know a good time....Their story is also worth learning.

Insha'Allah my friends
 
Riad's resident chameleon, Dutch. (Because the last chameleon met it's tragic end when a Dutch traveler sat on it)


Tajine.


Souq


Outside the US, soccer dominates sports fans' world. 
Jorge playing a pick up game with the Marrakesh youth.
Please note the setting.


In paradise


Feast your eyes and your taste buds on the most beautiful colors in existence


5 cent fresh OJ
M for Magical Morocco


 Street Food
Food
Food
Breaking fast rules!!!

 
 Swimming hole


 Ouzoud waterfalls
Atlas Mountains

 Leafy greens
Ever so minty
Ever so available
Ever so delicious


 Now that's a sight


 Reality
It's fucking hot in Morocco during summer months
 and Ramadan means no water from sunrise to sunset

 
 Ugh...Morocco


 Ceramics


 Bab Boujloud Plaza, Fez


Tanneries
Leather dyeing 
(They use pigeon shit. Imagine how fabulous that smells)




 And fresh mint saves the day



Spicez


 (Chef)Chaouen - The blue city
Northern Morocco







 We couldn't take the heat,
So we ventured 2 hours to the heart of the Rif Mountains
Gorgeous waters and a VERY green wildlife.... 
There is a very lucrative growing business in these parts....




 

 
 The PERFECTÍSIMO Tajine


In fabulous surroundings. Moroccans live inside a rainbow. 
Tell me THAT'S not magical


Our rooftop dwelling in the blue city



 Kefta


 Halfway to the Sahara...



 Nomads...



 On the set of Gladiator...


 To the Sahara we venture...


 My Berber loves


 Our main Berber captain, leading the way, picking fresh figs and cracking us up!
The Berber Sahara desert nomads speak at least 3 or 4 languages. 
IMAGINE THAT


 Dining commons


 Pre and post-dinner jam session
MMMM so deliciously fulfilling for heart and soul










 Good morning Sun
Good morning Sahara
Good morning Sand

 


 Also praying to Mecca?




 Myspace


I LOVE the way Moroccans are always welcoming new people to their city, to their homes, to their worlds.
YOU ARE WELCOME


Last meal


 Long lost brother




 See you soon مغربي