sábado, 28 de abril de 2007

Wondering Ways

Wondering ways of solitude and literature I was.

Another side of the international exchange IF . In Halifax, United Kingdom. April 2007


This is the personal view of E.F.Effe. It is supposed to be a photoblog of the Second International Exchange IF(Immersion into Families) which has just been from the 18th of April of 2007 up to the 25th of the same month. However, keep in mind that this blog is personal, the work of a man who loves photography, literature, English language and something else.
E.F.Effe is inside this photoblog. He confesses to be an anglophile.

Savile Park is a huge park, beautiful. The Crossley Heath School enjoys it even on Sundays


This fabulous park is next to The Crossley Heath School. The rules of this school contemplate loving and taking care of the enormous garden. I witnessed three days ago groups of students picking and collecting litter into big bins in the school area.
Nice people, aren´t they?

Centro de Estudios CEI and The Crossley Heath School do the international exchange for a second time

Our school is in the south east part of Spain, in Murcia.
We belong to Centro de Estudios CEI. Our Headmaster supports this experience of international exchange.
In the picture we can see the English students taking part in the exchange; who will arrive at Murcia around the 9th of June(the special day of the Comunidad de Murcia) and our Spanish students.
The students from our school are in 3º ESO groups. They would be in Year 10 if they studied in England.

A dream came true. I walked around the village of Emily and Charlotte Brönte

I was at Haworth where Emily and Charlotte Brönte lived. I felt myself cool, ace, bad.
The nice couple took me there.
From the side where this photo has been taken, a very cheerful man offered us three a place with nice sights to have lunch. And there we had lunch. A good place to have a meal .
After Shakespeare´s Romeo and Juliet, nothing is as romantic as Wuthering Heights by Emily Brönte. It is a wonderful love story of Heathcliff and Cathy.
I took the title for this blog from the novel written by Brönte. My blog is named after her novel: Wondering Ways.

Under the rose, with Brönte´s blessings, the gorgeous couple


Simon and Claire took me there. They were excellent friends.
I hope we are good mates forever.

Slow train coming(Bob Dylan)


There, we took a steam train, and Simon felt fascinated with the world of trains.
It is an old story of his ancestors.

Going to the parks, the shops and the railway station


In the church we confess our secrets


We confess our beliefs and become closer inside churches.

Charlotte Brönte was a teacher too


Brönte´s museum


Three True Friends in Leeds


Next to the lion in Leeds

From left to right: Clara, Antonio(two thumbs up!!), Pablo, Carlos, Elena, María F., Ana O., Miss Claire, Lucía, María C, Lara(next to Miss Claire), and Mariana

viernes, 27 de abril de 2007

The Crossley Heath School


A gargoyle in York


York 2


York 3


Manchester


Anglican Church in Manchester


All of us were there in Manchester.

The Piece Hall in Halifax, West Yorkshire


School of languages: Mr.Jonathan, Mr.Christopher(musician) and Miss Claire among many others

Shibdon Park

You are wicked, park! I admire you and enjoy walking around.

Near The Crossley Heath School there are residential areas


In the Piece Hall, Halifax


The John Wainhouse Tower is a metaphor of solitude


This smart car could be mine


Pay attention to the first three letters.
And mind the ending letters IF

In a greenhouse in Halifax


Manor Heath Park, Halifax


One Sunday I learnt more than a lesson


I walked along with Mrs. Marks and I was shown lots of parks.
She taught me lessons of history: about the John Wainhouse tower, nature, the gibbet in Halifax, kings and queens, laws and the English character, work in West Yorkshire.
The woman cooked a family dinner and was always nice and made me feel at home.
She and her husband invited me to play Crown Green Bowling and what it seemed a cloudy day became a sunny, sunny Sunday.

Look back in anger


That is the title of a drama written by Osborne.
On this occasion the squirrel looks back to us tender.

Walking to the Ice Rink in Bradford


The girl on the left is Marta, a Spanish teacher.
That day we were trying to ice skate. And we were eating a good lunch in a "Subway".

In Bradford there was a museum of Photography


Went on Walking


Lovely paths in the surroundings of Halifax.

Isn´t it picturesque?


Parks are always wonderful places in England


Coliseum in Halifax


It was Friday and I felt homesick


Near Halifax, there is a nice place with some boats and a canal


John Wainhouse kept on inspiring me


Another picture of Halifax


I heard the same singing of birds in the early mornings I used to hear at home in Murcia


Did the same birds from Spain come to The Tower House hotel to wake me up softly?

Crown Green Bowling day


Yes, there is a Hyde Park in Halifax


jueves, 26 de abril de 2007

Cheers!


Cheers to all those fellows in Halifax, West Yorkshire, who made me feel almost at home.

I remember that J.B. ,teacher of German and his empathical laughters, "for God´s sake!"
Also, I taste that dinner at Ms.Kitchen´s house still today near the "Sober" Sower Bridge and opposite the church. She is an excellent host, a faithful friend and motherly woman.
I think I was with somebody from my own family walking along the lonely, lovely paths in April listening Brönte´s language on a cloudy Sunday day. Robin and Alyson, thank you for your familiar wonderful ways.

I got struck by the charming impression the Spanish teacher made -quite definite and clear, and the key is Cl and the way you say Air in don Quijote´s language. I like her better half, oh Si and I can call him Mon ami. (He reminded me a famous actor).

I remember the musician who invented a funny song to learn the months of the year inside the symphony of a Queen we are keen on everyday.

And I remember that lady from the day my tongue got nervous and couldn´t make its way. We keep in touch("The bee is in the Parking, son")

I miss the Barefoot Princess, although I spoke to her one day.