There is no greater reserve of banality and pervasive predictability than in the guiri ghetto, a 3km radius that strangles Gran Vía. Don’t get me wrong; I spend most of my time roaming from the bangin’ cafés in Lavapiés to the craft beer-riddled bars of Malasaña, so I’m not completely devoid of comparable transgressions. 495 more words
Tags » Auxiliar
In 24 hours I had thrown 200 euros out the window, jeopardized my Spanish residency, and kissed a waffle-filled weekend in Brussels goodbye.
This is an honest account of the hell that was renewing my NIE. 1,764 more words
Back in March, I applied to this program through the Spanish government–it goes by many names–Auxiliares de Conversación, Language Assistants, Cultural Ambassadors–but ultimately, it’s a program where the Spanish government places college graduates in schools across the country to assist in language classrooms. 616 more words