BRISTOL.10.3.10

I’m passing the Magdalena in a village called Clevedon, the village is next to Bristol (England). I got to Bristol de 5^th March and I will leave the town the 15^th March. Bristol is great, I love it! I really love England, it’s nice and different, well… and a bit odd, you know, they drive different than us, they have pounds…

I’m living with Raquel and Pete, a young couple. She is Spanish and works as a teacher in Clevedon’s primary school, and he is an English man and works as an engineer. They live in a lovely house next to the coast of Clevedon (We can see Wales from Clevedon’s coast!).

These days we went to Bristol and we saw different beautiful places of the town, like the University, It was amazing!

Today I’ve gone to Clevedon’s Primary school and I’ve been a “helper” (a person who helps the teacher). The children in British schools are more polite than Spanish children; they always say “thank you”, “please” and “sorry” for everything. In the school teachers are constantly telling off the children for everything they do. I’ve been in penguins class. The children of this class were 6 or 7 years old. When the class started one child read for me and I have to help him while the others were learning maths and English language. At first was difficult to me to understand the children because they spoke very quickly to me, as if I were English and some of them were embarrassed to speak with me and they spoke to me very quietly and I couldn’t understand a word! Then I started to understand them so much better. In history class I was in charge of one group of children. They were writing a composition about the Caribbean Islands. One of the children, Tom, had problems with his redaction and was always asking to me his doubts. He was very very patient and I could explain to him how to write. Then we went to the playground. I think I’ve learnt so much with the children, they’ve taught to me a lot of things, they are very nice. After playing in the playground we went to have lunch at the dining hall. The dining halls in British schools are very different of Spanish’s. Each child brings his own dinner, well, his own sandwich and his our snacks, but in the school’s dining halls they didn’t serve food. After dinner we went to the midwife because Raquel is pregnant so she has to go every month, I think. Then we returned home and Raquel and Pete went to the College (Pete is studying Spanish and Raquel is still studying English) so I was alone in home. I went for a walk at 3 o’clock. I went to see Clevedon’s shops and big houses. I bought a hot chocolate and I drank it at the coast. Then I’ve returned home and I think we go to have dinner already.

I’ll take some photos of Clevedon, Bristol, the penguin class and Raquel and Pete’s house and I’ll put them in my blog when I return to Spain.