Spanish school

Not sure quite how to explain Spanish school, it's one of the hardest things I've done since university. It's non-stop concentration for 4 hours a day, 3 hours in a small class where you have to speak a lot and intensive grammar practise, with the teacher speaking only in Spanish then a 3/4 hour lesson one-to-one, which I know will do me a lot of good, but my God intensive is not the right word. Talk about nowhere to hide. I am continually challenged by how little Spanish I actually can speak. 

The a good few hours on an organised walk (along part of the Camino ) conversing in Spanglish with Japanese, Austrians, Germans, Spanish and English people ... Strange that there are people who speak really good English but with whom I have only ever spoken in Spanish. And yes, I've been asked again about Scottish independence. 

The walk was beautiful, photos tomorrow as they are on my camera but I'm way too tired to download them. A bit further than most people had expected, but a really good training session for me and spectacular scenery, very lush and green and a wild coastline. Followed by a fantastic seafood meal in a restuarant by a harbour with the expected fat, prowling cat looking for scraps of fish. He didn't go hungry. 

Shame we missed the last bus home but the pleasant result was realising it's a 10 euro taxi fare home, split between four - de nada. Mira from Germany paid me back with a nice ice cream, bargain for both of us I reckon.