So what is it this time? A fight? A runner? A stolen toy? No... Beetles!
Giant beetles, at that. Not something I can remember having to deal with in the UK during 25 years of patrolling. But here...
Manuel scampers towards me as I exit the building, donning my hat and sunglasses.
'Meester Dee, Meester Dee! Look thees!'
It would be nice to think he's trying to say 'These,' but I know for a fact he's still saying, 'This', even though he has four beetles (giant beetles) scrambling over his palm.
'Very nice,' I say. 'Beetles.'
'Escarabajos,' he says. The children often do this. I give them the English, they give me the Spanish in return. They know I'm learning. I think it's good that they see that teacher doesn't know everything and can learn stuff from them.
I always like to chew over any new Spanish word I hear. Escarabajo? I know 'cara' means face and 'bajo' means down, so does escarabajo mean face-down? Neat.
Neat, maybe. But wrong. I'm reliably informed that escarabajo comes from the latin, scarabaeus. Shame.
Neat, maybe. But wrong. I'm reliably informed that escarabajo comes from the latin, scarabaeus. Shame.
Some kids once found a grasshopper in the playground. Quite a big one. I told them it was a grasshopper and they looked distinctly unimpressed.
'Saltamontes,' Marta told me proudly. 'Saltar', to jump, 'montes', mountains. Yes, bit more impressive than grasshopper, I have to agree.
I saw one once, in Guatamala, which looked big enough to jump a (medium-sized) mountain. Here it is...
Looking at it again, it's probably a locust. Or maybe a pterodactyl. Glad one of this size hasn't hopped into the playground. That might cause a bit of a stir, as it ate a couple of children before we teachers could fend it off with broom-handles and fire-extinguishers.
No, there's never a dull day in a Spanish playground.
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