I spent this past year living and working in Spain as an
English Language and Culture Assistant.
About half of the way through what was supposed to be only a 10-month
adventure, I decided I was going to extend my stay in Spain for at least one
more year. Then, I decided that it
was a good idea to spend the majority of my summer in Spain as well to try and
save some money. I began looking
into potential summer jobs and came across Au Pairing.
Previously, I had made a vow to myself that I would never be
a nanny. I couldn’t do it; I don’t
have the patience to babysit all day long for days on end, I don’t like cleaning
up after someone else’s kids or any of the various tasks I thought being a
nanny entailed. However, I told
myself that maybe with a European spin on it, Au Pairing wouldn’t have to be
nannying. Maybe, though, I was
just desperate to land a job so I could spend the summer of my dreams in Spain.
Whatever the case, I signed up to be an Au Pair in Galicia,
Spain and was soon placed with a family with three children ages: 12, 10 and
6. We had only two Skype
interviews in the spring before I moved into their family home in a small town
outside of Coruña, Galicia, at the end of June. I chose Galicia instead of Madrid for a few reasons, the
most important of which was that my boyfriend would be there and we could spend
our free time together.
The first few days were hard. Having just come from living 10 months with complete and
total independence to moving in with a family who A) I didn’t know, and B)
barely spoke my language, was a major transition, and I am terrible at
transitions. Emotional, stressed,
just truly ugly with the whole idea of change. What had I gotten myself into?! That first week I sat down with the parents and we discussed
what the expectations for the summer would be for all of us.
Essentially, they expected me to spend the mornings with the
children, provide a one-hour English “class” with each of them individually
each day, and then of course just be a respectful houseguest. My expectations were nothing, I
actually had no idea what to expect.
They knew that my boyfriend was in town and explained that my weekends
would be totally free to spend with him, and I could have my afternoons free as
well if I desired. This, however,
I was totally not expecting! I was
excited to be gaining back some of the independence I thought was gone for the
summer, but assured them that I would only want or take one afternoon a week
off. After all, another reason I
had for working as an Au Pair was to gain some cultural and language experience
and “being part of the family” was just the way to do it.
I could never have imagined how much I truly would become
part of their family. When at
first I was a little shy and definitely too timid to try to speak to them in
Spanish, I now find myself using Spanish without even thinking. The first few days when I would simply
turn on the children’s lights and tap them to wake them up in the morning, I
now jump into their beds and tickle them until they can’t stand it. I went from freezing at the sound of
“but my mom let’s me do it” to confidently enforcing a 3-second rule to get the
children to do what I need them to do.
We’ve laughed together, we’ve cried together, we’re family.
I think the thing that really brought us close together was
spending a week on vacation, camping.
They were so welcoming to even invite my boyfriend to tag along for the
first weekend, and they treated him just like family too. It meant so much to me to watch him
interact with these people who have become my family, and for him to also
recognize what a wonderful family they are.
After he left on Sunday, we spent the days on the beach, at
the pool, playing football and paddle, and the nights in a giant tent all-together. Then, on Wednesday I received some stressful
news: an important document I had sent by mail to Madrid (over a month ago) had
been returned to our house in Coruña.
Now, I am no stranger to being screwed over by Spanish
bureaucracy, but I still began to feel extremely anxious and upset over this
news, especially because I wouldn’t be able to take any action until we arrived
home on Saturday. However, with
the help of my “parents” I was able to make some calls, arrange a few things
and get the ball rolling to fix the situation. Of course this wasn’t the end of the paperwork complications
(as in Spain in never is), and it wasn’t the end of their help and support
either. Without them, and another
dear friend in Madrid, I wouldn’t have been able to hold it together to finally
sort out the problem yesterday.
Now here we are with just two weeks left together before I
head home to the States and tears have already been shed. We’ve been spending more time laughing
together, more time around the dinner table at night laughing and playing
games, and finishing up our bedtime story of the summer, Stuart Little. Our
final project of the summer will be to create a scrapbook together!
While I’m no doubt going to be sad to leave, and I’m pretty
sure they’re going to be sad to see me go, I’m confident that we will see each
other again soon. They will make a
trip to Madrid in the fall, and any time I come up to Coruña to visit my
boyfriend’s family I will give them a call. There’s even talk of next summer… but we’ll see about that
;)
Some might think 23-years-old is too old to be an Au Pair,
and sometimes I had this thought too; but now I think this was the perfect time
to have such a life-changing experience.
I understand more of what I value in family, I am 100% more confident in
my Spanish level, and surprisingly I have gained new independence in myself
that I will take with me into my second year as an ex-pat. I may still be far indebted to my
student loans, no closer to professional “career” and still unsure of exactly
what I want to do with my life, but right now I feel okay with all that, I feel
content and excited about what’s to come.
