In 2006 my wife and I started the Notes in Spanish podcast to teach people “The Real Spanish You’ll Never Find in a Textbook or Classroom”. We’ve had over 35 million audio downloads since then, reaching people from almost every country in the world, at every level of Spanish, Beginner, Intermediate and Advanced: Check out Notes in Spanish here
This blog, Notes from Spain, was the first piece of a puzzle in an unlikely chain of events that led my wife, Marina, and I to leave our jobs and work full time on our kitchen-table podcasting business, Notes in Spanish, that has been going for over 10 years and has had over 31 million downloads so far.
I’ve written a book telling the whole story, and including absolutely everything we know about running a business online, reducing work hours, and having fun in the meantime!
Check out this video for more details, and order the book from Amazon: see the links below the video…
Check out this stunning photo essay, Madrid Through The Looking Glass, by our friend Mike Randolph…
I’m very excited by this new podcast from my friend Mike, a professional journalist and Spain expert who is diving into Spanish food culture. Check it out and suscribe here!
Here’s a great Spain blog worth checking out, Spain by Mike Randolph. Mike is a professional photographer and writer, and this is a great place to learn a lot about Spain and Spanish Culture.
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For those that wonder where I’ve gone, I’m still collecting my thoughts after 8 months of little to no sleep (parenting related!) Now we are sleeping more, energies are still settling. Back soonish or laterish. I hope everyone is well. Ben.
It’s time for the festive break, I hope you enjoy it enormously and want to wish a very very happy Christmas and New Year to all the readers of this blog.
(…and if your New Year’s resolution is to learn more Spanish, you know the best place to start: with all the great free stuff at our sister-site notesinspanish.com!)
I’ve just returned to reality after 10 days living in the land of flu, which served to remind me of one important thing: how great Spain’s public health system is. You feel ill, you call the doctors in the morning, they see you that same day, for free, and prescribe you medicine that you only have to pay a tiny percentage of.
OK, so that’s the same all over most of Europe, but I just wanted to point out again how fast and efficient the whole process was. Can’t say the same for the flu unfortunately. It was slow, and annoying.
Back to another of my favourite gripes (I think that might have been a bilingual pun!), Being pregnant is a fag in Spain is the title of an interesting article in today’s Telegraph, in which Michaela Rossi can’t believe the attitude to smoking and pregnancy/kids in Spain. It’s a good read, and seems totally accurate.
Fortunately for Michaela and other parents (like ourselves) who don’t like mixing kids and smoke, the health minister, Trinidad Jiménez, has been out this morning promising once more that there will absolutely be a full smoking ban in closed public spaces, including restaurants and bars, in 2010.
Let’s hope it’s early 2010! And in the mean time, Melissa, don’t forget downstairs in Casa Mingo.
Been very very quiet over the past week or two as we prepare a big new project for our Spanish site, Notes in Spanish, and Marina deals with her Presidencia (more on that in a second…) It’s been ages since Marina and I have consistently created new content, and it’s wonderful to be recording new audio again. But with only half a day to work each (we are lucky enough to each spend the other half looking after the baby), everything else – blogging, eating, sleeping – goes out the window.
…Except of course for Marina’s thrilling enjoyment of her new role as Presidenta de la comunidad [Definition: Spanish law dictates that in every block of flats some poor sod has to be nominated to spend a year chairing residents’ meetings, and being on the receiving end of every niggling neighbourly nonsense, battle and complaint.]
At the beginning of the month, November 1st, the communal, central heating got switched on in our building, and Marina, along with the administradora (person who manages the building accounts etc), get to decide how long the heating goes on for each day (with plenty of advice from the Portero, obviously).
And so, as boilers across the city kicked into action, and the air-quality plummeted in direct proportion to the number of coal trucks (still, in 2009!) refilling cellars across the city, the knocks at the door began…..
Here’s a typical exchange from yesterday:
Doorbell rings, just as baby starts siesta, of course, miraculously doesn’t wake him up, but, we open to find a smartly dressed old lady with a stern expression on her face:
Old Lady: Are you the presidenta?
Old Lady: THEN PLEASE DO ME THE FAVOUR OF TELLING ME WHY I HAVEN’T GOT ANY HEATING?!???!!!
Marina: (Summoning patience of a saint) But you do have heating, it goes on from 10 am now, earlier than ever before in the history of our blessed block of flats.
Old Lady: Well my radiators are tepid to the touch, my house is freezing, and I’m using THREE electric heaters just to keep my Salon warm.
Marina: I’m sorry about that, you see the heating uses a thermostat, and seeing as it’s unseasonably warm outside…
Old Lady: Wa… Wa… WARM?! It’s barely 14º! It’s FREEZING in my flat!
Marina: Well, I think it’s actually bit warmer than that [Note: real temperature actually closer to 18º, not bad for November, no one in the streets wearing a coat!]
Old Lady: It’s COLD! And I’ll be sending YOU my electricity bill for all those heaters…
Etc… Etc…10 minutes later she left with a promise from Marina that she would try getting the temperature increased during the day, and a formal agreement from both Marina and myself that it was indeed pretty cold outside after all, muy sorry for our ignorance.
And so it goes that Marina now ducks into the kitchen whenever the doorbell rings, pleading with me to tell anyone that knocks before 5pm that the most eminent Presidenta de la Comunidad is currently engaged in the pressing matter of her afternoon siesta!
Meanwhile, outside it continues to be most unseasonably
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