School…. In a back street of Granada, just around the corner from El Cortes Ingles, sits the Escuela de Montalbán, the lair of (the mad) Professor Paco and his team of teachers. Paco allows only spanish so Wayne and I spent the good part of the week understanding nothing while nodding knowingly at every word explained by actions. My certificate says ‘Spanish’ but i’m pretty sure i just got a qualification in mime.
For me it was a week of irregular verbs (facile no?) with the lovely Adela and for Wayne it was a week of counting, times, directions and swear words the the equally lovely but possibly easily led Barna.