For the past three weeks, I have been in Spain taking total immersion Spanish courses at the Don Quijote chain of schools. The first week I spent in Barcelona, the second week in Valencia, and the third in Granada. Several readers have asked for a review of the experience.
First, the name of the schools is significant. I am at age fifty monolingual, so hard of hearing that I need hearing aids, totally incapable of trilling r’s, and with virtually no background in the Spanish language. So perhaps I was tilting at windmills. After three weeks of intensive classes, I am still unable to order dinner without making the waiter giggle.
Yet all in all, I have enjoyed the experience. I know a great deal more Spanish than when I started and, with the help of a dictionary, can read and write quite a bit. At the same time, I have explored three of the great cities of Spain and met many new people. In short, I would do it again.
My greatest problem, and I suspect this is true of most Spanish students, is speaking and hearing. Some of the key words in Spanish are single vowel sounds and half the time, native Spanish speakers swallow them. In fact, native Spanish speakers seem to swallow a great deal of their language. Still, even here, I have made progress. I know how the words are supposed to be pronounced, even if I cannot pronounce them, and I am able to identify more words in Spanish on television and in spoken conversation. I can even understand most of the words the teachers speak, except when they get excited at how tonto I can be.
The total immersion concept is supposed to be a good one. The idea is everything is spoken in Spanish with no English spoken at all in the classroom. My experience in school is it can be carried to extremes. Often, the class has broken down into a comical game of charades for fifteen minutes and more when a single word in English would have clarified the issue. To me, this is a horrendous waste of time but would be more fun if a lot of cervaza was consumed.
Of interest is that in all the classes I took in all three of the cities, there were very few native English speakers but everyone spoke English. So outside the classroom, all the students speak in English, which rather undermines the whole total immersion concept.
A few years back, I tried to talk my eldest son in attending an immersion school in Spanish. He refused unless I would send his best friend with him. I said no because this would undermine the whole point of the immersion process. As it turns out, it wouldn’t have made any difference as he would have been conversing in English outside of class anyways.
Another general point on immersion schools in Spain: the Spanish taught is Castilian. However, large areas of Spain speak other dialects than Castilian. In Barcelona, the signs and conversations are largely in Catalan. The new student in Spanish is unable to discern when they are reading or hearing Catalan as they wander through that marvelous city. Thus new students are likely to pick up wrong vocabulary and usage. The same is true of Valencia, which increasingly speaks a dialect of Catalan specific to that area. So my advice is to study Spanish in a city where Castilian is the major language.
As for the Don Quijote schools, from what I picked up talking to other students, they are fairly typical. Their greatest failing is a lack of orientation for new students. This could be remedied at very low cost to them, a few photocopied sheets upon check-in that explain how to use the local metro or bus system, where some good restaurants are, what sights they would recommend and how to get there, and maybe some pointers on local customs such as when people eat.
In Barcelona, the first school I arrived at, I came in on a Sunday and took a taxi to the residence. I checked in and was told to show up on Tuesday at 8 a.m. for testing. Monday was a holiday, a fact that DQ assumed I and my fellow students already knew. There was absolutely no other orientation except for a list of the rules for the residence that pointed out these were not in any way luxury accommodations. (Their brochure did not make this point quite as clearly, although I did pick up something of the sort when the flier said I was to bring my own towel.)
There was absolutely no other orientation which many students found rather unforgivable, especially when they had to pay extra for airfare to get there on Sunday.
To call the residence in Barcelona basic would be an understatement. It is a step up from most hostels but in my single I had a cot, a wardrobe, a desk, and a table lamp I could move back and forth from cot to desk. It did have an in-room bathroom with shower and toilet that took about a third of the total room space, and a window overlooking the airshaft (There was no warning not to leave the window open, which I unfortunately did and returned to find everything in the room covered with a thick layer of dust.) It took a half gallon of bleach to counter the thick mold in the bathroom. The room did have an AC unit and a small television.
Certainly the worst thing about the residence in Barcelona was the attitude of the other students. The kitchen and laundry areas were filthy, as students seemed to await the coming of the cleaning fairy, despite numerous signs telling them to clean their dishes. The refrigerators were all full of stuff probably left by the original students years ago. It was not pretty.
And then of course there was the famous Barcelona nightlife. Students, particularly those with afternoon classes, would come thundering in all night until about four a.m. with total disregard to the lack of soundproofing.
On the plus side, the residence in Barcelona was centrally located and a great spot to explore a great city from, but all-in-all probably not the best place to learn Castilian Spanish.
Valencia was a refreshing change. The school is part of the campus of the Polytechnic University of Valencia. The residence was ultra-modern and easily as comfortable and actually quieter than many of the hotels I’ve stayed in in Europe. The rooms were comfortable, well-ventilated, with an enthusiastic air conditioner, and a modern bathroom. Everything was very clean, towels were replaced, and cleaning ladies showed up occasionally to clean the rooms. Plus half board was included at a great little cafeteria in the same building. I had such dishes as paella, grilled vegetables, various stews and even steak.
Moreover, the Valencia school started Monday morning with a two hour orientation and tour of the campus. There was a welcome dinner Monday night that was also informative. (Barcelona also had a welcome dinner but not near so informative.) If you had questions before that, the residence had a front desk that was very helpful. The school was also about a mile from the beach, an easy walk and an even easier tramride. The city was further away but the bus system and the trams reached it easily.
So Valencia would be my first choice if it wasn’t for the problems with the dialect in the city and the fact that Valencia just isn’t the town that Barcelona or Granada is. The school also muffed the pick-up, and it took me an hour on a Sunday to get a cab from the train station, but such things happen to the best of us.
Granada was somewhere in between these first two as far as accommodations go. The residence was full so they put me in a student flat. This proved fortunate as the residence has somewhat of a bad rep and is half-way across town from the school. My flat was just three blocks away, which would have been great except for the fact that my key didn’t work. So I spent my first few hours in Granada finding a way to get my luggage into the apartment and then seeking out the residence to get another key (which also didn’t work).
The student flat is Granada is basic. No air conditioning with two other roommates, but it was comfortable enough, although after four sets of keys, I still don’t have one that works reliably.
I had paid an extra fee to have a pick-up in Granada thinking I would get someone from the school who would give me some information and a little orientation. What I got was a taxi driver who spoke no English who gave me an envelope with a key and a map. Obviously, the taxi driver disappeared by the time I found I needed to go to the residence for a key. There was again an orientation Monday morning, all in Spanish.
So I would make the following recommendations to Don Quijote and other language schools:
1.) Remember people arriving at your schools are foreigners, probably with, at most, tourist guide books. Just a couple photocopied sheets in English giving vital information handed to them with their room keys would be a great help. An actual orientation session in English would be much better.
2.) Let people know about holidays when they sign up. In my case in Barcelona, your brochure gave the holiday as the day before I arrived, when it was actually celebrated the day after. We do the same thing in America when a holiday falls on a Saturday, but I did not realize it was going to be the case in Spain.
3.) All three schools offered a single extra session which was at a most advanced level. For beginning students, offer an extra session or two on just survival skills for Spain. How to order dinner, how to take the mass transit system, that sort of thing.
4.) Put a little more effort into picking people up and giving them an orientation. I think you would see handsome returns for the small amount of effort needed.
5.) Don’t stick slavishly to total immersion. If a class session has come to a stop because of a basic misunderstanding, let the students use English or their native language to clear it up. This would allow much more material to be covered and be much less frustrating to students. (People don’t like to be made to feel stupid. Almost always a bad move.)
6.) As the classes are small, spend more time practicing pronunciation. This is what the students have the most trouble studying on their own.
In conclusion, I would recommend Spanish Immersion for students with at least a year or two of Spanish classes. All of my classes were small (seven or less) and the experience was intensive. Take classes in a town where Spanish (Castilian) is the actual language spoken. Be prepared for some hiccups and you’ll have a great time.