Guadalajara

By the way, I’ve also got some names from some great Mexican musicians from the old man, the father of the family I’m staying with here. I just happened to hear some music, early on today, playing somewhere in this huge apartment and I could not help but go check it out. It was the old man, listening to this wonderful, almost orchestral music. So I turned on my Spanish and started a conversation… His hearing is not too good, so it was more of a hand-talk in the end, but I’ve got the ball over the net, apparently, and got the names! Yeah, and here they are, if you’re interested:

  • Mariachi Silvestre Vargas
  • Mariachi Vargas de Tecalitlan
  • Mariachi Nueva Tecalitlan

PS: Try “Sabes una cosa”, or “La cigarra”, “Cielito lindo”, any really! What a wonderful, rich music.

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Guadalajara

The other day I went to this Guadalajara’s ECC session led by an EFL teacher from Bulgaria — such a nice person. The students were very friendly as well and we’ve spent some wonderful time together. There was like this older, serious-looking guy, but with such a wonderful sense of humor — always a winning combination! I was actively participating as a kind of an impro-assistant, it went okay and in the end Marga, the teacher, even told me she might have one student for me, for private tutoring. And today, I received another one-on-one tutoring offer from a smaller company owned by a native American EFL teacher, Emily. We talked a little on the phone and she said I’m okay, meaning, not too much of an accent. Yes, sir! …


Guadalajara

What a difference a day made…

Life is such, isn’t it? The mood, the weather, the friendships, everything I can think of really. This natural dance — we feel good and then not that good anymore, and after a while quite well again! Like a sine curve, I always like to imagine, that swings up and down, and up and down, and all it really takes sometimes is just wait for those “24 little hours” and it’ll pass, right? All the problems we think we have will somehow change with time or even completely resolve and we’ll find ourselves on the top of the world — feeling really great, right! …


Guadalajara

Today I had quite enough of this TEFL business of mine. I took off my tie, put on my tevas and turned on the phone camera… What a completely different experience! People and streets of Guadalajara suddenly so colorful, so open, so nice.

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Guadalajara

Last night this little crisis of mine came back to haunt me again. I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling so regretful, so utterly confused and homesick at the same time… The loudly rotating noise of the fan standing next to my roommate’s bed, set to the maximum speed to dry one of his trousers, didn’t help either. Again, I tried to calm myself down, took another sip of water and went back to sleep.

First thing in the morning, though, I decided to check on how to change my flight back home to an earlier date. After some clicks and links I soon came to realize that my flexible flight ticket isn’t such that any changes could be made via the Internet. It read I should either make a phone call to Madrid for further info or stop by at the nearest Iberia office, which by the way isn’t any nearer than Mexico City. …


Guadalajara

And so I’m in Mexico. In the promised city of Guadalajara, which again I’ve imagined quite differently — just like my last year’s experience of eastern Germany. It had struck me every now and then back at home, I must admit, like, what am I thinking really going on searching for a job in Latin America, I mean, the unemployment rate must be even higher there, right? And people probably don’t have extra money for some private language schools, or do they?

Well, the opportunity arose and I got a serious offer from one of the biggest private language school chains in Mexico, called Harmon Hall. They’ve offered me an EFL teaching position as of January 2016, that’s not with too big compensation for a given hour but with certain perks such as free accommodation, free training, and similar… Yet, I just came back from my first training day there and I must say I don’t like it too much. I don’t know why, there’s no particular reason or anything, it’s just that hunch we get sometimes, I guess. And Guadalajara itself, well, it’s certainly no love at first sight. It’s an old colonial city alright, but missing something… I don’t know what. It’s also very crowded, noisy, and one of the recruiting teachers even warned me today I should think twice before strolling around in a shirt and a tie as long as I’m still here on a tourist visa. …


my 3-month TEFL journey

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The noisy streets of Palenque, Chiapas (Mexico)

What to write down? The crying calls of a street vendor or the children’s smile? The blunt lies of fraudulent security guards or the silent faces of people passing by, the crystal clear water, the breathtaking views or the carelessly polluted surroundings just outside those gleaming luxury resorts? You tell me.

It was last year that I decided to move back home from that cold east Germany where I had only just begun working a few months ago. One could say I had a misfortune of falling into the hands of a money-driven entrepreneur — a Jäger by heart — who made my every day a living hell. That was of course with great help of his wife, who was die Chefin when he was away. …

David Duh

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