Bang

‘What about Christmas?’ was what my mother asked not long after returning from my summer stint in Ireland. Christmas holidays always present me with two conundrums; how long do I stay, and do I stay for my birthday in January? We had uneasiness in asking friends to mind Aneira over a holiday period to allow…

When Horchata Came to Stay

Winter arrived overnight. Balmy evenings, quickly replaced with shortened evenings and chilly breezes. Normal procedure after work is straightforward with a dog; whoever arrives home first, takes the girl out. Autumn temperatures allowed for longer walks around 11 at night. In winter, they were more or less halved. Aneira’s night-time walk rarely takes her far…

A Rescue’s Tail – Visitors, Part 2

We stopped around an hour outside Seville, in a service station. It being a three-hour journey, we decided to try and stop every hour – just in case Aneira began to get a little antsy. It was warm; Andalusia was still trying to shake off the summer just gone by. The stop gave Aneira a…

A Rescue’s Tail – Visitors, Part 1

No sooner had we started back at work that we began to look forward to welcoming our first guests of the year (we run on an academic calendar here). Siobhan’s parents usually visit in autumn, and following our booking incident, we were just praying there wouldn’t be any further hiccups. In the days leading up…

A Rescue’s Tail: Bookings

There were a few cons that were considered in the months leading up to adopting our Aneira. One of the ones that stood out was travelling, and more so travelling home together. The idea of putting any animal inside a cramped cage and loading them stressed and scared under a plane has never sat well…

A Rescue’s Tail: Off lead

Gradually it began to cool down. Afternoons of forty degrees were replaced with those in the high thirties, and you appreciated the difference. Daily routines remained the same however. You had to be up before a certain time to be productive, and you had to run the air con and the fan, and dismiss the…

Back in to a Routine

I returned on a Wednesday. I still remember the blast of hot air getting off the plane. Due to the size of Seville airport, the chances of ever getting a jet way to the terminal are non-existent. Now carrying the layers I had on me back in Dublin, I began the short trek home. Aneira…

Spending time apart

It took almost three years for me to experience August in Seville. August for many in Seville is the month you save for all year. Temperatures here consistently touch and pass forty degrees, so it’s no surprise people opt to escape the city. Some go north, some head to the beach to rented accommodation, while…

Can You Repeat That? The Joys Of The Mixed Classroom.

There is a book I use for teaching English, a book by Adrian Underhill. The book isn’t about grammar, or about making your kids more attentive in class. It’s a book under the topic of what some call in the industry, paperless TEFL – for those who need something at the last minute, with little…

Back to the Island

It took me 48 minutes and 28 seconds to get from my flat to the airport. That’s right, I timed it on my phone. I often moan when I see the price of flights out of Seville’s pokey, yet charming airport but when you have such speedy public transport experiences like the above, it eases…

Heat

The day starts with a check of the weather. How hot is it going to reach today? Mid-thirties? Not too bad, although I see it’s going to creep closer to forty soon. Anything over thirty-five in June is considered a heat wave. Like in winter, the temperature here changes in summer without warning. One day…

Dear Aneira

Three weeks ago you came to us, yet it has felt longer. I can still picture the day we picked you up; how gingerly you walked up the stairs you now race me on. You came in to our lives nervous, scared and wondering whether or not we were yet another temporary foster. Now, we…