Life out here is not always easy. Or well organised. Or cheap. However, I really don't want to spend the next four years writing a (more or less) weekly blog in which I do nothing but catalogue the trials and tribulations of the previous seven days, even though I generally find that a lot more fun than trying to find something positive to say. So although this week involved several days of sitting-in and waiting for people to turn up and then having to pay them vast amounts of money once they did, I'm not going to write about that. Except to say that we now have a wonderful new water filter installed, and no rat slowly and painfully dying behind our fridge.
First off is chess, which he's only been going to since the start of this term but which he's settled into right away. James is an enthusiastic chess player and has been playing on and off for a few years now. Needless to say, he picked up the rules straight away, but after an initial burst of interest, he quickly got bored and preferred to use the board and pieces for making up his own games. However, in Ireland he has a grandfather and several uncles who are all accomplished players and who were always happy to play against him whenever we were visiting. And not just play, but also talk to him about chess; show him where he was going wrong, where he could have made a better move. And last Christmas he sat there fascinated as Gus talked him through one of his favourite old games move by move. (It was this one, by the way). At which point Johnny came in and began a discussion on how it could have been played differently. James loved every minute of it!
This is James' chess teacher.
Having my son taught chess by a Grandmaster who is also possibly the best player on the entire continent of South America is pretty impressive in my book! Of course, I don't know what he's like as a teacher, but from what I can gather from James, only half the session is actually playing, the other half is working on problem sheets and discussing tactics, so it certainly sounds as if he's seriously aiming to create Brazil's next generation of champions.
Yesterday, he asked me if I would be interested in receiving information about competitions and tournaments James might like to go to outside school. To my shame, my reply was not, "wow, yes, of course" but rather, "do you really think he's good enough?" Honestly, have some faith, Dad!
The other ECA that James is really enjoying at the moment is his guitar lessons and it's all due to the efforts of his new teacher, Eder Francisco. Eder is not only a great guitarist, but also a very astute and patient teacher who was clearly delighted when James turned up. Here was someone who could already read music, was keen to learn, could play the sort of music that Eder was interested in teaching him and on top of all this was well-behaved during lessons (and not just because Helen often sits in). It works the other way as well. James loves his guitar lessons and is delighted with his new teacher. He does what Eder asks him and takes correction without complaint - unlike when I try and am met with a barrage of refusal and criticism.
Last week James got to play in one of the school's lunchtime concerts for the first time. Even though the concerts are fairly small-scale affairs, mainly for the benefit of the performers' parents, Eder took it very seriously, giving James some extra lessons in the week runing up to it in order to make sure that James would do them both proud. Sadly, it's not the best of recordings, but it does give you some idea of how well he played. Eder was so pleased he gave James a hug afterwards and it's a sure sign of how much James likes Eder that he actually let him - even though there were people watching!