My first ESL teaching post was a fun, but gruelling, 8-week summer school in the south of England, where I cut my teeth. It was a baptism of fire, but something I would recommend. I didn´t have to deal with a new country and a new language, as well as my first teaching job. Teaching classes of 14 unruly teenagers as a new teacher wasn´t easy, but it was an invaluable experience.
Next came the real deal. A move to Spain, a new job, a new life. If I´m being honest, it wasn´t at all easy at first. Of course the weather, the food, the people and the excitement of something so new kept me going for the first while, but reality also set in pretty fast.