Needing the mask

 Here I am, in Spain.

 It was touch and go if I would even make it to the training, thanks to bad weather. However, I made it after a long and stressful journey. And I was the only one who liked the food served in the canteen!

The flat is nice, with everything I may need. Even better, it is two doors down from my school. No commuting for me.

I taught a full lesson yesterday. Today, I am taking two lessons. The first is the little ones, who are hyperactive and impatient. Although, very funny. The second lesson is for two teenagers, which will be my official observation. I decided it is best to get it out of the way.

It is very hard teaching with a face mask on, especially when drilling new words. I need to wear a mask for four hours straight, it is torture. 

I also need my "fitting in" mask. That is firmly on when I leave my flat every day. Although, bits of the real me are leaking out. When excited, I flap my arms. I don't do this in public normally, but I have started doing it here. Maybe it is because I know no one in the area will see me again.

I have even signed up for a Life Drawing class, something that I would never do back home.