Our first full day in Madrid was spent unpacking in our apartment and becoming familiar with some of the differences between an American abode and a Spanish one, finding our language school (which can be seen from the balcony of our apartment), shopping at the mini-bazaar in Plaza Espana, and watching the final 15 minutes of the Spain vs. Italy futbol game (it ended in a draw). Oh yeah, and we managed to do as the Spaniards do and take a siesta!
Since I am a bit stronger in Spanish than Dorothy, I have to say that communicating has not been extremely difficult. However, I have relied mostly on my knowledge of the present tense and sticking to familiar words. Dorothy says she feels "clumsy" with her Spanish but because everyone is so nice it hasn't been as bad. We reflect on this because one of our goals is to really think about the language barriers some of our ESL students and their families face everyday. She has learned that she has a high affective filter which means she is very self conscious as to how she sounds when speaking Spanish. In order to gauge our growth as we continue with this adventure, Dorothy says she feels about a 2 in being comfortable with communicating...I think I am more of a 4. Dorothy had the opportunity to sit next to a very gregarious and talkative Spanish professor during her 7 hour flight from Charlotte to Madrid (we think he talked for 6 of those hours). He was chaperoning a group of college students on their study abroad component of their scholarship. Anyway, after coaching her in conversational Spanish, he shared with her that she is stuck in the grammar of the language. Being immersed is going to force both of us to stop over-thinking everything and just let it happen.
I think one of the culture adaptations for me was when we bought groceries at the market. With everything in Spanish, you sometimes have to rely on the pictures on the items to understand what you are buying. I can see how visual aids when learning a new language are very important (but not fool proof). It is also helpful to remember that most milk is bought unrefrigerated...a very weird concept for an American.
One of the things we wanted to mention was the weather. Today was beautiful! Coming from the heat and humidity of Houston, Madrid is perfect. There always seems to be a breeze to cool things off. Madrid is a bustling city with old intricate architecture mixed with the modern. Graffiti artists tag just about everything here in Madrid, from the old to the new. We are providing you with a pic of the graffiti which coincidentally has some special meaning for Dorothy (for those of you who don't know, Dorothy's maiden name is Wang).
Well, we are beat, so we are going to enjoy our first night in our apartment listening to the clanking of bottles and dishes from the bar/restaurant that resides just below our balcony. I think we will get used to the night life in Spain...I mean if we can't beat 'em...guess we'll have to join them!
Dorothy's Spanish doppelganger's restaurant
Watching the Espana vs. Azzurre game at our local (all in Spanish of course)
Our apartment has five balconies overlooking the street and the small plaza below. The building across the plaza looks very much like a building you would see in New Orleans. The iron work and layers of peeling paint is beautiful.
We can see the entrance of our language school from the balcony of our apartment (it is the orangish sign). We couldn't have picked a more convenient spot!
The result of our journey to the Spanish market.
Here is Dorothy breaking the cardinal rule of fighting jet lag and taking a siesta in the middle of the day. Well, we did want to immerse ourselves in not only the language but the culture...plus she is still recovering from her surgery last week.