Mi Casa

I took some more pictures of my home for the next three weeks, although after my first day of language school and talking to the other folks, I am thinking I might want to stay with a family for a week or two. We will see. I like my posada and the staff is very nice.

Anyway. Language schools is intense. I walk in and meet the academic coordinator who's name I forgot. She asks me a few questions and I am able to understand most but can't really answer them. I sit and wait in a room. People start coming in and I am relieved that I hear some English, while not the best thing for my "immersion learning" it puts me at ease. The ratio of men to women is about the same as teachers. I think there were 5 men out of the 30 students I saw at the school all day. I am put in a class with 2 sisters from Switzerland. They have never taken Spanish but because they have studied a ton of other romance languages, they are way better than I am, but it seems like a good match.

My first teacher is Diego. I am not sure of his methods, but his looks I can handle. We spend most of the morning waiting for him to grade the tests, then we have orientation. After a 10 minute break we have our second teacher, Isabel. Way better.
She is helpful in explaining some grammar that now 2 hours later I think I forgot. But her methods are good and she encourages us all to speak. I think I am doing better than I thought but its still hard. It hasn't sunk in yet. I know its only my first day but I wish I could speak more.

This afternoon we are going on a tour of the city and a salsa class. Should be fun considering my rhythm or that there of.