Call me Mary Poppins

After two weeks of searching for work without much success, I decided it was time to expand my job search.  Based on my experience, I wanted to teach adults and in company classes. As that was not working, I started looking into teaching children and even becoming a nanny.  Two weekends ago, an ad caught my eye on a local job posting site: a nanny for two children, a 11-year-old girl and an 8-year old boy, about a 15-minute metro ride from my neighborhood, 10 hours a week, and for a larger pay than most language schools offer.  The opportunity almost sounded too good to be true! I would have a large chuck of my work schedule filled, with almost no prep time, not that far away, and reliable? I immediately responded to the ad with hopes that it would work out.

By that following Tuesday, I had seven random classes lined up: a mixture of private and group classes to adults and children.  While prepping for my Tuesday evening class, I received an email from the mother looking for a nanny for an interview that evening.  Unfortunately, the time she suggested conflicted with my class.  Sadly, the next time she offered was Thursday night, which I agreed to.  However, my experience thus far in Madrid has taught me 1) not to wait around and 2) nothing is guaranteed.  Listening to my intuition, I asked the mother if we could meet at 9:30 PM that night.  I was not going to let this opportunity slip through my fingers.  Thankfully, she agreed.  I gave myself thirty minutes to commute to the family’s home.  Boy, my estimation was off!  I did not consider the time to walk to and from the metro, transferring metro lines, and waiting for the metro.  When I arrived at the metro station near the family’s home, I had 4 minutes to go 0.8 miles. I looked for any possible taxi, Uber, etc. nearby, but I had no success.  So, I ran.  I got to the gates of their building exactly 3 minutes late.  I remember sitting on their couch out of breath and felt a bead of sweat drip down my back.  All things considered, the interview went well and they’d let me know in the next couple days if I was hired.

The next day, I was preparing for my classes and I got a phone call from a weird number.  As I have learned not to let any calls go unanswered, I picked it up.  It was the mother and she offered me the job!  I gladly accepted and agreed to start the following Monday.  After a moment of excitement, I had to start rescheduling and canceling the classes that I have picked up.  I am not one to go back on my word, but the way the teaching world works in Madrid is you must look out for what is best for you, companies and teachers alike.

That weekend, I took advantage of the time I had before my life began to pick up.  I went to Casa de Campo (a large park in Madrid), the Museo del Prado, on my first bike ride in the city, and on my second day trip to the ancient city and former home of the painter, El Greco, Toledo, Spain.  Check out my photography from Toledo here.

This week, I have been taking four hours of Spanish classes each day, started nannying, and continued to interview and picked up additional classes.  Mi clases de Español esta muy bien!  Also, being a nanny has been interesting and fun! The kids, Ana and Alberto, are really sweet and love playing Mad libs.  By the end of this week, my schedule is pretty set: 20 hours of Spanish classes (which will be reduced to 10 hours after next week), 10 hours of nannying, and 7 hours of English classes.

I am happy to say that I am finally settled in.  I have a place, a filled-up work schedule, friends, and Spanish classes.  Let the wandering truly begin…

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