The Lion King Musical

Last weekend I went to see The Lion King Musical at the Lyceo Theatre with my cousin. Just two words: loved it!

The Lion King is one of my favourite Disneys movies and everybody praises it so well that it was practically one of my "must do" since I arrived at London (of course it´s also performed in Spain, but Madrid is more than a six-hour-journey from Málaga...).

Anyway, I have only seen one musical in London, Wicked one year ago, which is a shame because I love musicals, but the price is usually out of my budget.

So, I didn´t think it twice when I saw this amazing website in January with tickets from 10, 20 and 30 pounds for musicals and comedy shows. In the end, my ticket cost me just 27.50 pounds for a Wednesday evening performance, up in the grand circle but with middle seats in the second row. Not that bad, is it?

So, here I go:

• First thought- omg, is there going to be enough space for so many people!?

• Second thought- omg this theatre is huge! Well, not that I have too many theatres to compare with...

• Third thought - where the hell is my cousin? I knew she was going to be a bit late, but literally she made it for three sec. She just sit down when the lights dimmed. At least the guy in the front door had told me she could arrive whenever even if the show had started, but I didn´t want her to miss the beginning since aparently was the best part.

• Fourth thought - no more thoughts please! On with the show...

I absolutely loved the musical, even if it was a little bit childish sometimes - how come they destroyed "I can´t wait to be King" like that? I know, it´s meant to be FOR children but even so... - because the voices were amazing, specially grown-up Simba.

The thing I liked the most was the scenario, how Pride Rock seemed to appear out of no where. And the second thing I liked the most were obviously the songs. Even if the only one I knew in english was Hakuna Matata (what a wonderful phrase...) I could pick up most of the lyrics so I was singing all along...

He lives in you
He lives in me
He watches over
Everything we see
Into the water
Into the truth
In your reflection
He lives in you

 

 

Sniff, I still cry when I think of Mufasa...

Teaching Spanish Lessons

One month ago my host mother came to me with a new potential job - that´d be like four in total, but those are for another day... This time around was about teaching spanish lessons to a boy who is Sami´s friend´s older brother (I think, it´s a bit confusing), so the mums knew each other for quite some time.

I was really excited since teaching is one of the things I like the most - if the boy/girl (just once a time, thanks!) is really motivated to learn, that´s it. Let me tell you, my mum wanted me to become a teacher, but I had had some really bad experiences about teacher-students relationships while being a student myself, so my answer to my mum was a big "no way!"

Anyway, two weeks ago I set up a "appointment" with the parents so they could meet me and check if I could help the boy with grammar, vocabulary and speaking.

After two lessons (tomorrow being my third one), I have to be honest and confess I really don´t know if I´m helping the boy. I mean, I have explained things like the difference between Ser and Estar (our two spanish verbs for the english To Be) the best way I could, but most of the time I feel like we jump from one random thing (like the correct pronunciation of ce, ci), to other (all spanish words can be classified into three groups, agudas, llanas and esdrújulas, etc).

Seriously, I didn´t know that learning spanish from an english point of view could be that difficult! The fact that apparently children don´t study english grammar at school don´t make studying another language any easier. I find myself teaching him english future the way I was taugh, and then comparing it to spanish future...

OK, it seems I´m complaining a lot, but in the end I´m enjoining teaching spanish so much that an hour and a half pass really really quick - I start saying Hola! and next thing I know it´s that it´s time to leave.

The boy is really nice and I think he´s enjoying the classes as well. He´s just started stuyding spanish a year ago so most of my explanations are in english - and that´s means that I have like an one-to one english class myself every week. Not bad, eh?

And of course the pocket money is not that bad either!

Chinese New Year´s Resolutions: nº 1 - Start a blog in english

Hi there!

As the title up there so very well sugests, I´m starting this blog as a resolution for the beginning of a new year (last weekend Chinese New Year at least, as we are in the middle of february already - how come time pass so fast?)

Well, let me introduce myself. I´m Miriam, I come from Málaga, south of Spain, and I´ve been living in London for two years already working as an aupair (and many more jobs). I started a blog back then about all things I did and saw and experienced in London, but it turned out to become a kind of guide-like.

So... I´ve just decided to start a new blog in english to keep improving my english, specially my writing , and to give another point of view of this terribly wonderful city.

To all english people that may read this, I apologise in advance for any writing mistakes that will make your eyes bleed...


And Happy Year of the Sheep!