Desconcertante.

Desconcertante.

Unnerving. 

There are many things that have unnerved me since I arrived. I will enlighten you. 

- An unknown neighbor, while in the lift, asked me when my bathroom was being decorated (???), a  few days later the painter arrives and my housemates inform me. 

-A group of year 7s insist on clapping after my powerpoints; well mannered awkwardness ensues.  

-Being English is an acceptable excuse for being terrible at Spanish.

- Every morning the primary school children cross themselves before reciting, by heart, The Lord's Prayer (in English as well!)

-Good dubbing, The Simpsons are fluent in Spanish, who knew? 

-Children can be cute. It's that uniform-colour-coordinated-bow-in-hair-look the girls have going on, I think...  

-The (light) speed at which my change and receipt  is thrust into my palm while attempting to pack, walk away and keep it together at the supermarket.

-The never-ending echo of 'hello' that follows me throughout the Primary school corridors   

-How quiet I've become without being able to babble on (and on) in English. 

-Sophia the terrier that resides in my favorite charity shop who hates me (and everyone else apparently) and sounds like she wants to bite my lower leg off.

-The amount I'm spending on postage