Bocata.

Bocata.

Sandwich. 

It occurs to me that I haven't written much about what I actually do here, i.e. my job. I am still powering through every week and this week I even did overtime (or make-up time if you consider the classes missed for the pointless auxiliares meeting in Oviedo). 

The primary school and the secondary school both have now held a Día del Bocata, which literally translates as Sandwich Day. This is a charity day where one pays 5 euros to have a sandwich, the profits of which go to charity. The secondary school went all out to raise funds for the creation of a woman's centre in Zimbabwe with a bake sale and every student doing sponsored laps around the patio. The sandwich was pretty awesome as well. The primary school's, however, was more fun; I also got a proper invite and to choose my bocata in advance (chorizo). They were raising money for Manos Unidas, a Spanish charity which aims to combat world hunger. I previously, although unknowingly at the time, stumbled upon one of their pop-up shops and bought a T-shirt before Christmas.

Thus, I had lunch with the year 1s and then spent the whole afternoon supervising a rotation of activities with them. I even skipped, which reminded me of how God awful my fitness is, how probable my asthma is and not to attempt it again...