Exchange
King Edward’s VII – La Safa
November 2010
There were tears as the English pupils retreated to get on their bus to
Valladolid airport, but you wouldn’t have imagined it when they arrived
a week before with looks of apprehension and stuttered greetings in both
languages. The same tears that prompted one teacher from England to ask
the bus driver if he’d brought his mop. The tears were mutual and those
pupils from 1º of Bach returned to their usual break time with low
spirits, but warm hearts. All this emotion was indicative of the
wonderful relationships that both sets of pupils, not to mention the
Spanish families, had built up over the week.
The classes on the Thursday brought home to the English students just
how difficult listening to a foreign language for 3 hours really is.
However, the afternoon’s treasure hunt seemed to warm the relationships
and get them working together, all to be topped off with fantastic
golden views of Burgos as the sun began to make its exit. By this time,
the pupils had started to make a group which was very apparent on
Friday’s excursion to two of Burgos’s most renowned villages, Santo
Domingo de Silos and Covarrubias. The visit to the world-famous
monastery, morning mass and the ‘ask a monk’ interview were met with
some apprehension by English and Spanish pupils alike. Nevertheless, the
interest from pupils, especially in the interview with one of the
younger monks, surprised all the teachers. Of course, what they enjoyed
even more was the free time to take a look around the latter village and
eat one of the ubiquitous Spanish omelette or chorizo sandwiches
prepared by the welcoming Spanish families.
All the students came back on Monday with smiles on their faces so we
decided we would prefer not to know what happened over the weekend. Like
all Mondays, this one also started slowly in class and those from year
10 got stuck in with the little ones. With a visit to the local
newspaper and the Museum of Human Evolution, we were already into the
final afternoon. The weather didn’t respect us too much for the
traditional game, but we persisted in true British fashion to the
surprise of the Spanish students. We returned soaked to the school to
see the students getting along famously, a feeling that continued
through ‘the last supper’ and up to the aforementioned ‘goodbye’.