And suddenly it is the end of March. I had thought that starting the Referendariat would make me finally become a more regular writer again, but quite the contrary. Orientation week was hellish – suddenly I was away from home for 12, 13 hours. I was relieved that La Primera (lets name The New Cohabitant this way and see if that fits) adjusted so well – she and Mi Marido (ah well, how about a new name for The Husband as well) had a good time.

Teaching is fun and work. Some classes are more fun than others.  I am constantly thinking about the next teaching unit. And I am like a cliché teacher – I long for the vacation. I long for sorting papers. The files on my desk grow and grow and grow each time In turn around.