Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time
Or rather not, for tomorrow for me has finally come!
Ok, so that might seem like I am prophesying the end of the world, rather apocalyptic, or just plain odd. To explain, the Spanish have this tendency to be ‘mañana, mañana’ (tomorrow, tomorrow), when you ask when something will be done the response will be tomorrow, and then the next day again, tomorrow and the next and the next and the next and so on until you just give up hope and find some way around the matter.
I’ve been in Spain for nearly two weeks now and given that on day two (I was asleep for most of day one) I asked about various things: bank account, timetable, NIE (foreign person in Spain card), etc; having until yesterday only done one: get a mobile phone; it was rather unsettling.
I kept being told that we’d look at it another time, we’d do it soon, tomorrow.
Having met a number of other language assistants at the incredibly dull and uninformative meet and greet in Vitoria and at the slightly more thrilling and useful training classes in Bilbao which were all held last week, I seemed comparatively un-prepared and disorganised. They all knew when they started teaching, they all had their foreign-person card, I didn’t even have a timetable!
Given that I was aware that I might be starting like everyone else (who hadn’t already started) on Monday AND I had been given the deadline of Monday for obtaining a bank account, Sunday night I should have been a little pre-occupied. But Saturdays night sorted that out for me!
Maybe it was this relaxation into the Spanish lifestyle of mañana mañana was what made things actually happen!
Today, we have booked to look around a flat (still in a homestay), I have a bank account, I have arranged to go to San Sebastian to get my NIE, theres even been talk of a timetable which wasn’t prompted by me!
So, this is why I feel tomorrow has finally come. Things are coming together, but life is still crazy.