Potato bars and Nova Scotian dreams

Our potato bar dinner :)

After the event filled Melonera things are finally getting back to normal in our neighborhood and we took it pretty easy on Sunday.  Slept late, dilly dallied around for quite a while and then Christina and I wondered around Sol for a bit.  When we got back we made a baked potato bar for dinner and that was absolutely wonderful.  Def puting that on the menu again sometime here.  Went to bed late and heard loud booms and looked out the window to see fireworks RIGHT on top of our building.  Crazy, but beautiful.  We woke to yet another alarm on Monday morning because we had to go to our FERE meeting.  FERE is the organization that all of the catholic schools in Madrid are apart of and if we are teaching in a FERE school, we needed to be at this meeting.  We arrived on time and sat, very painfully, through hours of things that we already had heard at our own orientation.  There are two programs with language assistance at this meeting.  My masters program and a program called BEDA: Bilingual, English devopment assessment.  The woman that is in charge of this program is named Meredith and is from a small town called Halifax, Nova Scotia.  This is all find and dandy except she must have done all of her recruting right in Halifax and almost everyone in that program is from there.  Again, this would be great except I have never seen so many people so proud to be from such an obscure place in all of my life, and I'm incredibly proud to be from OHIO....so that's kinda sayin something :)  All the Nova Scotians in the place were talking it up to be Disneyland or Hogwarts or something spectacular.  To be honest with you, I have heard some friends from Nova Scotia talking about how wonderful this place is, but after the ranting about it I'm a little over it at the moment.  So anyway, after we heard about the importance of only speaking English to our kids to enrich their english vocabulary (we got this speach delivered to us in SPANISH, by the way.  Weird?) and we heard endless useless fax about the differences between Canada and Spain, we were free to go.  We came home to a quiet apartment and layed very low the rest of the evening.