Failing

Here I am again. Nit picking away. Is this a sign of the times, a symbol of my year in Spain, or just another hassle like everything else?

I still haven’t been paid of course. It’s been three months. Not to mention the six months of hell and paperwork and thousands of dollars spent prior to that.

I just need to vent tonight. Bruce and I have spent ten hours today combing through all three girls’ hair, and my own, and finding more lice and nits than you could ever imagine. Add that to the laundry that we’re barely catching up on due to winter weather conditions, no dryer, and a north facing apartment. In fact, we can’t even run our washer and another appliance at the same time without the power going out. Truth is, we cannot run ANY two appliances without the power going out. Who came up with this back-asswards system, where the electric bill costs 150€ a month yet doesn’t consistently PROVIDE ELECTRICITY? I know I’m not the only one with this problem. I’ve heard others discuss similar problems, and on our travels we also ran into electrical snafus.

Add that to the serious lack of WiFi on the Iberian Peninsula, and I’m about done. The Internet rarely works well anywhere. We pay an exorbitant amount of money for ADSL and a phone with a data plan, and it’s designed for someone who doesn’t seem to actually USE it. Bruce tried to PAY for more megabytes today, and the web site locked him out!

The schools… I’ve complained a bit, but let me add on. My middle child has a gift. Not all of us are born with it, but out of my entire household, she is the one who truly has the gift of language. She has picked up more Castellano than the rest of us combined. Yet, the day before Christmas break, she came home with a report card with a failing grade in science, the equivalent to a D in Lengua Castellano, and a D in art (have I mentioned that she’s an artist and actually plans to make a career out of this?)? Her report card came with a note stating that she was pulled out for support for science and lengua. Upon further review (her interpretation), she is pulled out of class for those subjects, then put back in the classes (that she has then missed!) to take the exams, which are of course all rote memorization of facts. Not only that, but I didn’t receive any communication from the school, prior to the report card at the end of the term, either about the support classes or her FAILING.

I could pinpoint many reasons why this country is failing. But I think I’ll stick with lack of lice checks/healthcare, high bills that cover nothing, and schools that overlook gifts for rote memorization of facts, leading to a country filled with people who cannot provide basic services such as electricity, WiFi, or a paycheck.

Castelo do Sao Jorge

everyday castle
their intrigue piqued on Lisbon
view held in Christ’s hands

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Insuficiente

miscommunicate
her words pearls in our hearts
to you bits of sand

This Video Game World

twelve classrooms a week
chaos read top to bottom
i just want to teach

offer renewal
before you even pay me
you think I’d come back?

violence overflows
excited mouths of young boys
and you wonder why

who will my girls find
in this video game world
boys forever boys

our culture reaches
the heart of Spain synchs its beat
yet bites without teeth

She’s Still Mine

nit picking anew
combing through six-year-old’s hair
mundane task of thanks

La Infestación de Los Piojos

My View:

infesting nightmare
day lost to money, combs, baths
laundry for a week

Their View:

forever children
they compete for who has more
cheer to share a bed

Our View:

an experience
shared across generations
our everyday life

Transcontinental

leaves dipped in silver
Cartagena at Christmas
aspens sparkle bright

three languages shared
tapas’ tastes mingled in mouths
a tree to top all

their legs race uphill
grasping youth of December
how i love my girls

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Be Obscure. Clearly

my six a.m. voice
travels across our heart line
you always speak truth

i wait for her words
though i know they’ll never come
my childhood relived

how I’ve ached for this
flash of your love from a dream
you my new ideal

hidden in moments
these cryptic windows of life
they’ll never find us

Españalution

early morning dark

we part with unanswered moon

new day hope awaits

 

history beckons

brighter than a ship’s home flag

Españalution

 

the wallet declines

what Señor Pérez offered

why some tell us no

 

words cannot define

Barcelona’s blue sky view

man made God-loved art

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Historical Dreams

after the statue
they crave more about Colón
whose gesture marks dreams

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