Negyedik nap – Volter Etelka – Málta
A tegnapi jól sikerült kirándulás után jókedvűen mentünk
reggel iskolába. Pierrel voltak óráink. Kiderült, hogy mára kellett volna
megcsinálni a prezentációt. Mi viszont úgy gondoltuk, hogy félreértettük,
hiszen ma még tanulunk újat és azt is bele kell építeni. Hát nem így volt.
Kaptunk egy kis időt, összeraktuk az anyagot, hiszen fejben már elég jól
megvolt. Majd előadtuk a „tudományunkat”. Jó visszajelzéseket kaptunk, kritika
csak a nyelvhelyességre érkezett. Ezeket szép komótosan átbeszéltük,
kijavítottuk. Majd vettünk még tényleg új anyagot. Szerintem a mai napon
sikerült a legjobban közösen feldolgozni az új anyagot. Talán már mindketten
belejöttünk.
Ebéd után elmentem a buszmegállóba és felszálltam az első buszra, ami jött. Elmentem vele a parton jó messzire, majd onnan gyalog indultam vissza.
Végre egy kissé hűvösebb levegő jött a tenger felől. Ahogy sétáltam, egy magyar család jött velem szemben. Apuka jó hangosan előreszólt a többieknek, hogy „kérdezzük meg a nénit, tud-e egy jó éttermet a közelben”. Nem kezdtem el anyázni, nem olyan családból származom… De mielőtt megkérdeztek volna, mondtam nekik, hogy „a néni” nem tud jó éttermet. És köztünk szólva egyébként ez a „néni” roppant csúnya dolog volt a részükről. Jót derültek. Nem tudom, mi volt ma, biztosan nagyon „bennfentesen” sétálhattam, mert az épp ott lévő sportklub előtt egy helyi férfi is megszólított máltaiul. Mondtam neki, hogy ezt a nyelvet még gyakorolnom kell, próbálkozunk angolul. Kiderült, hogy egy másik úszócsapat sportklubját keresi. Mutattam neki, hogy előző sétám alatt merre láttam. Ő is jót nevetett, hogy ő a máltai és ő téved el. Egyébként régen is gyakran szóltak hozzám máltaiul, mert azt hitték, máltai vagyok. Bízom benne, hogy azért nem vagyok olyan csúnya, mint a máltai öregasszonyok…
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Day Four - Volter Etelka - Malta
After yesterday's successful excursion, we went to school in
a good mood. We had lessons with Pierre. It turned out that the presentation
was due today. However, we thought we had misunderstood it, as we were learning
something new today and we had to incorporate it. Well, we didn't. We were
given some time, and we put the material together, as we had it pretty well in our
heads. Then we presented „our science”. We got good feedback, and criticism only on
the grammar. We went through these and corrected them. Then we took some really
new material. I think today was the best day to work together on the new
material. Maybe we're both into it.
After class, to our surprise, they handed us a certificate,
so they didn't want us to go tomorrow... We said goodbye to both our teachers,
and then I went down to the secretariat to order a taxi for the way home. There
we talked for a while. The secretary was complaining about how terrible the
traffic was. I told her I had an idea, I had managed to get stuck in a huge
traffic jam over the weekend. We agreed that it was worth getting off the bus
and walking, as there were no distances. I'm pretty sure I would have got home
earlier on Sunday if I had got off...
After lunch, I went to the bus stop and got on the first bus
that came. I took it to the beach for a long distance and then walked back. Finally,
a slightly cooler air came in from the sea. As I was walking, a Hungarian
family came across the road. The father told loudly to the others "let's
ask the old lady if she knows a good restaurant nearby". I didn't say
anything bad about it, because I don't come from that kind of family. But
before they asked me, I told them that "the old lady" doesn't know a
good restaurant. And by the way, this "old lady" was a very nasty thing
for them to say. They had a good laugh. I don't know what it was today, I must have
been walking like "very insiders" because a local man addressed me in
Maltese in front of the sports club that was there. I told him I needed to
practice this language. It turned out he was looking for the sports club of
another swimming team. I showed him where I had seen it on my previous walk. He
had a good laugh that he was Maltese and he was lost. Anyway, I used to be
often addressed in Maltese because they thought I was Maltese. I hope I am not
as ugly as the old Maltese women...
Continuing along the coast, I suddenly came to a boċċi
track. One of Malta's traditional but still popular games, there are many local
clubs. It is most similar to bowling and petanque. The pitch is much smaller
than a football pitch, sprinkled with coarse-grained sand, making the ball's
movement unpredictable. Currently, metal balls are used, but in the past many
other things were substituted. And it's a man's sport. There are a lot of
spectators around the pitch, a mixture of locals and tourists. But in the
stands, I only saw men.
By now, I've got to the point where I thought I had the
courage to eat octopus. If I write a report tomorrow, I'll have survived.
To be continued…
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