I spent thirty-five years as a nurse in Leeds. When I retired, I promised myself that I would finally speak Spanish, not just read the menu.
I’m an engineer from Houston and I have studied Spanish since school. I understood almost everything, but every sentence went through English.
My grandmother left a village near Lugo in 1958. She spoke to me in Spanish as a child, but I always answered in English, as children do.
I study business in Dublin and I’m going to Salamanca next year. My grades were fine, but when it came to speaking I just nodded and smiled.
I had four semesters of college Spanish and could conjugate any verb. What I couldn’t do was keep up when two Spaniards started talking.
I was the only Australian in my group and didn’t know a single person. My mum had to convince me to get on the plane. I was so nervous.
I’m sixteen and studying for my Spanish GCSE. My writing marks were good, but in speaking practice I always went blank. Then I came here.
I’m a pharmacist from Seville. A friend told me about volunteering at Pueblo Español: a week talking with people from all over the world.
I’m twenty-four and doing a master’s in engineering in Valladolid. I signed up almost by chance and it became one of the best weeks of my life.
I study early-years education in Madrid and wanted to do something different in summer. A week in nature with teens from around the world.