Spain is the land of chaos. You never really know what’s going on. When it’s going on or for how long it’s going on. Classes almost never start on time and for my first week in school I had no schedule and random teachers would just grab me from the staff room and tell me to come with me to their class. To help further illustrate Spanish chaos here are a few examples to help you understand:

Written June 3, 2026

When I first arrived one of the teachers texted me and asked if I wanted to go out for a drink with two other teachers. I asked what time and where and they said they did not know. Then at at 6:52 they told me that they were meeting at 7:00. I asked where and they told me they still didn’t know. I wondered how this was possible since we were all supposed to meet be meeting in 8 minutes. Eventually around 7:30 I was given a location and met with the three other teachers. It started with four of us drinking on a patio and then one teacher saw a friend. Then there was 5. Then another teacher saw a friend now we are 6. A teacher told me a few other teachers were at a bar down the road. We all walked there. Now we are about 15. Within a couple hours a few more friends of the teachers had also showed up and by that point we were well above thirty. At one point a random friend of a teachers friend explained to me that depending where you are Spain the views on marijuana tend to be very relaxed. Then another friend of a friend began explaining to me in broken English the play he was writing. After a while the crew moved to a different bar (this is bar number three if anyone is keeping track). When I was informed it was time to leave I had a full glass of wine in my hand and began chugging it so we could leave. One of the teachers grabbed my arm and told me there was no need to chug and that it was fine to just take the glass from the bar and walk with it to the next bar. They told me that technically it’s illegal to drink in public and to steal wine glasses but we do it all time. So alongside the Spanish armada that had formed throughout the night I walked and drank in brazen defiance of the law to the next bar. Then eventually around 2 o’clock we hit a “disco.” At this point only about 7 or 8 of us remained and I was informed that I had to stay because the disco really heats up at around 3 am. So, I guess this is what Spanish people mean when they say a drink with a few other teachers?

One of the first weekends I was in town Cesar had a soccer tournament (or a football tournament?) which his team won (they kicked the crap out of a team of big city D-bags from Madrid in the finals). Maria told me there was a little party for the kids and parents after and I should come. We walked down the street to a neighbour’s house. The kids all played in the backyard and the parents drank in the dining room. After a while of the drinks flowing Maria said it was time to go. We walked down the street and I stumbled my way into bed. I feel asleep and got a knock on my door in the middle of night. The door opened and Maria was standing there with a concerned look on her face. She then said five words “Keaton, have you seen Cesar?” Oooopss.