We move on...

Life goes on in Spain, even in this little town of Villalba. Now that we got wifi DSL internet connection, we feel better, like a huge window opened to the rest of the world. At the same time that makes us nostalgic in some more ways. Like if we were not homesick enough already. But... can I feel homesick when I don't really call CA my home?
I don't know where I am anymore, or where I want to be. It looks like I know though where I am going to be for this year: here, in my beloved Madrid.

I write it, I see it, and I can't still comprehend that I am really here. I wanted this so bad and for so long... and now that it's finally here I can't stop complaining and making plans for when we move back to California.

Yes, we will be moving back there next year. Our situation is no better here than it was before over there; But when we are back in San Jose it will be worse for me, at least workwise. My stupid credential expires the moment I arrive in California, and I guess
I will have to make do with whatever other job I can find. Vinh thinks I can find a gig in a provate school. He is probably right, but it is precisely Los Arboles, the neighbourhood, the kids that I miss. It was really rewarding feeling needed and appreciated by other, which does not happen here much.
The school here or a private school there for that matter cannot bring the substance to teaching I am currently missing.

Time to pin a picture that will illustrate the point of the way where we currently stand. It was actually taken in Prague barely a month ago, when we went there with my parents as a retirement gift for my dad.