I’m sitting in the house where I used to live.
Blustery Murcian breeze sends ruffles within the undercarriage of outside patio plants as I stare blankly through the glass of Lola’s living room window.
She is my friend and used to be my landlord up until about three weeks ago.
The room where I once slept, prepared lesson plans, and secretly watched Youtube videos of angry cats is now being resided by Teresa, a very nice woman from Brazil.
I don’t pay rent here anymore, however Lola and the rest of the house has welcomed me as a guest for whenever I happen to be in the neighborhood.
It’s hard to distinguish whether the noises I’m hearing are wind-induced or ghosts from over a year of calling this house home.
I want to still live with these great people, yet it feels exciting to be mixing up the everyday scenery.
In Murcia my address was named after the late Spanish poet José María Pemán, an Andalusian novelist who was one of the few artists to publicly support Francisco Franco in the 1930’s.
Living now in a neighborhood called San Basilio, you can send me mail to Calle Virgin de la Maravillas (Virgin of Wonders), named after a Virgin Saint for the Murcian pueblo of Cehegin.
With an Ecuadorian market that sells frozen bags of aji, a small deli, a coffee shop that offers espresso for less than a dollar , and access to public ride-share bicycles within a short walking distance, I feel very comfortable with the fresh residence. This combined with friendly new roommates (Eva and Emili) has made moving a pleasant experience.
If you get lost looking for me in San Basilio you can find the entrance to my apartment building simply by looking for a dangling Santa Clause mannequin that someone has forgotten to take down since the holidays.
Listen for the sound of rollerblades with overused breaks or a strong American accent and you might bump into me on the corner.
Train your nostrils to the smell of cooking garlic or sound of passively aggressive hip-hop music through a third floor window.
As stated earlier I’m taking a break in my old house.
In a short while it will be time to hit the road and try my best to teach a couple of Spanish kids some common English verbs.
With one private and another academy lesson completed for the day, a strong desire to drink a beer is hovering over my head, however responsibility must linger around until the final class is wrapped up in a little over two hours.
There is more I could say in this post, but after skimming through it once, I guess there is also a lot less I could have written as well.
Only time and internet scientists for literary nonsense will be able to answer that question..
It’s time to go, so please remember to review your idioms and phrasal verbs 🙂
Thank you for checking out this blog! Have a nice day and have a great start to the year!