candeleda, view

So there I was, on a bus full of Spanairds and Anglos from all around the world on my way to a hotel in an isolated little Spanish town.

We sat Anglo-Spaniard on the bus. I was sat next to a very chatty Spanish man. Initially I wondered what the hell we would talk about but the conversation flowed easily and I was treated to a running commentary of all of the attractions in Madrid!

My very own Spanish tour guide!

Talking to someone who does not speak English fluently and with correct pronounciation for over two hours is hard. I actually had a headache by the time we pulled up to the secluded hotel in Candeleda that would be my home for the next week.

I was pleasantly suprised with the hotel, It was absolutely beautiful! It had a pool, lots of grass and amazing mountains that looked super-imposed in the backdrop. It reminded me of the Austrian Alps in the Sound of Music!

There was a bar area too. Yes!

pool, mountains, Candeleda

The amazing pool!

candeleda, mountains, view

The ‘Sound of music’ mountains!

In Candeleda the ‘Anglos’ purpose was to talk to the Spaniards in English. All day and all night. Every day was filled with ‘one to ones’, ‘two to twos’ and group activities. The Anglos talked with the Spaniards all day and corrected their grammar/vocabulary if needed  and helped them with their presentations. Although the worldload was fun it was also very tiring but it got easier as the week went on. At the end of the week I actually started to think in broken English with a Spanish accent!

During the week we had many social events too such as the Quemada, Discos,  a BBQ outside at sunset, watching the Real Madrid vs Barcelona match, team building activities, plays and even an excursion to a Bee museum… Yeah thats right, a Bee museum!

Looking a little embarrassed during a team building activity! Thats my Canadian friend Linda on the left!

We had a well deserved siesta time everyday for about an hour and a half. I used mine productively sunbathing by the pool and playing ‘basketball’ in the pool with my fellow Spaniards and Anglos, being ever so careful not to wet my red hair in the pool!

The evenings were spent drinking beer (purchased from a very hot barman…) outside in the little huts. I was usually one of the last to go to bed and I had some very in depth and amusing conversations with both the Anglos and Spaniards. I especially looked forward to the Spaniards’ dirty jokes!

The huts outside where we talked and laughed until the early hours

At dinner time on the last day

I had an amazing week at Pueblo Ingles, I met some amazing people and I went outside my comfort zone everyday, and loved it! I was able to be myself and my confidence increased tenfold throughout the week.

I enjoyed helping the Spaniards learn English and I realised that I would like to persue this at some point in my life!

On the last morning there were many emotional goodbyes after the graduation ceremony. Many people were even crying. I did not want to leave.

After Candeleda I was prepared to head back to Madrid and spend the remaining week in Madrid, exploring the various museums and art galleries.

Little did I know that the remaining week could not be any different…
During the number 2 party Giselle asked me if I would like to go on a road trip to Linares (a city in Andalucia: South of Spain) with her and Bev. The plan was to meet up with some of the Spaniards from Pueblo Ingles in their home town and attend the Feria (festival)!

Of course I leaped at the chance to have an adventure!
So the story continues…..

 

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10 thoughts on “Teaching English in Candeleda

  1. I think it’s an amazing idea! You help the Spaniards learn English and in return you get to experience first hand Spanish culture and Spanish idiosyncrisies!

  2. It was a unique experience! I learn’t so much about Spain and the Spanish people like the fact that a lot of Spanish live with parents in their twenties and that the Spanish do not believe that Father Christmas/Santa Claus leaves their presents on Christmas day! The Spanish could really move on the dancefloor too! Something I will be covering in a post soon…

  3. I have participated in this program twice and they were amazing experiences. I did it with VaughTown which is a similar program but two days shorter. Vaughn and Pueblo were actually partners at one time and split up.

    I can not wait to do it again. I love Spain and the Spanish people.

    1. I would certainly love to do it again! I think it gave me a unique insight into the Spanish people. I would also like to try Englischhoussen in Germany and see how the nationalities compare!

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