ABSTRACT
It is May 1965 and my university days are over. I have only two things in mind. One is to earn some money doing a holiday job and the other is to find some way of escaping the grey skies of England and living abroad. I achieve the first by getting a job as a waiter in a five star hotel in Frinton-on-Sea, an upper class seaside resort on the east coast of England. I achieve the second by securing a position as a teacher in a new Berlitz school that has recently opened up in Torrelavega, a small town in Cantabria, Spain. My experiences in the hotel are quite eventful but it is my Spanish adventure that I want to write about. It is in Spain where I first really experienced what it is to be a language learner.
