Two weeks Spanish course in Valencia
I felt my Spanish course surpassed my expectations. All the teachers and lessons were excellent, I met some great people on the course and my family were wonderful. The lessons had great interaction and a good mix of content. The reception staff were very friendly, the school was modern, comfortable and I always had time to check emails. Read More
4 weeks Standard Course in Valencia
I wasn’t sure what to expect, I hoped there would be a few people who spoke my language as I was almost a complete beginner, and I did ask to be roomed with someone who could speak a little English if possible. I took the course because I wanted to get away for a month and learn a new language, but meet a lot of new people and have a good holiday too.
My roommate was brilliant, she’d been to Valenica before and really tried to involve me in everything, I’d imagine I would have felt a little lost the first couple of days without her. I think the best way to have a good time is to make friends with people and try and be as sociable as possible. Being able to communicate wasn’t a problem at all. Read More
“I wanted to bring together my known Spanish vocabulary so that I could use it effectively in sentences. My expectations were met; I thought the course was at the right level for me.
The teachers were all good and the lessons worked well.
The school was well located, very comfortable and with good facilities, internet usage and classrooms. The other students were great too.
Valencia was a very good location, food was good and I felt safe there. The locals were friendly too.There is plenty of nightlife in Valencia and lots to do during the day too.
I stayed in the student accommodation which was good.
I was impressed and very pleased with CESA Languages Abroad. I would go again. I don’t think 1 week is enough so I would go for 2 or more next time.”
“On my first morning in Valencia, Maria, my hostess, realised that I had had a cold shower because the boiler was not turned on. She took me out on the balcony, where her rabbit was thumping around in its cage, showed me the boiler, and explained how to twiddle its knobs and fire it up with the piezoelectric lighter. Then she went over it all again and, with a smile I would see often that week, asked me if I understood. I said I did, but I wasn’t 100 per cent sure, for the instructions were entirely in Spanish.
I had tried to concentrate, but her words were elbowed out of my head by pictures – pictures of an incinerated rabbit, of people leaping away from a flaming balcony, and of headlines in the local paper saying that a family of three had been left homeless because one of the language students to whom they had given room had burnt down their flat. It would be safer, I decided, to stick to cold showers. Refreshing, too, for it was only May and already the temperature in Valencia was in the late twenties. Read More