As a “Language and Culture” Assistant, I
did the obligatory talks at the high school I work in about Hallowe'en in
Canada. (As a result of a lyric gap-fill English exercise, I now have “The
Monster Mash” stuck in my head.) The younger students seemed really into the
spirit of Hallowe'en. I'd enter their classes and see 30 cats / Batmen /
wizards. The classrooms were decorated with spiders, witches, Harry Potter and
Corpse Bride stuff.
During the evenings I wasn't in a partying
mood, so I didn't put on a costume and hit the pubs like many other auxiliaries
did. However, I did branch out and attend two events: an intercambio, which was
a really great opportunity to meet new people, and a Hallowe'en tour of
monuments in Jaén.
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| Getting freaked out during the tour. |
The tour was really interesting, and
frightening, too (I get nervous in dark places). My Spanish professor recounted
legends about children, secret lovers, and priests who met their untimely
deaths, and forever are doomed to haunt the streets and buildings of Jaén. My roomate,
who has lived here for years, actually had no idea about some of the legends I
told her about. It's funny how we don't normally take the time to be a tourist
in our own hometowns.
Afterwards we barhopped, enjoying cheap
drinks (maximum 2E for a “sangria” or beer) and huge, complimentary tapas. A
nice, quiet night to round out my Hallowe'en weekend.
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