We are a club of English language and culture friends. We meet in Guadalajara every thursday from 18:45 to 20:45 in order to talk in english.

Usually we have a topic of the day but usually the conversation flows by itself and we have fun talking about lots of things. We meet in the Social Centre in Calle Cifuentes.

Why don't you try next thursday? Meet us, talk and enjoy. If you like it and decide to be a member it's only 20 Euros a year, and we have a lot of resources, such a library service with lots of books, games and films, and the magazines Think in English, Speak Up and National Geographic.

martes, 21 de noviembre de 2017

viernes, 27 de octubre de 2017

News: 2 groups. Basic and "live" conversation.


Greetings!

In order to help every member to improve their level we have formed two groups!

-- A beginner group, which is going to meet on the ground floor (pass through the ballroom, second door on the left).

-- An intermediate - advanced group which will continue to meet the same room (upstairs on the right, fifth door).

We our meetings start at 18.30h and go until 20:30h.  However, come and go as your schedule dictates.

We meet in the Social Centre in Calle Cifuentes 26.

See you there!

jueves, 21 de septiembre de 2017

NEW SEASON!!!

We have come back to our meetings at the same place and time than before Summer.


We meet in the Social Centre in Calle Cifuentes.

You can see above the adress and time. We hope to practise and improve our English among friends and good conversation. All with the help of our native volunteer.

Everyone is welcome to our group.























Just try next Thursday. You will not regret!!

martes, 14 de febrero de 2017

Love Letters

  • Love letters
    1. Napoleon Bonaparte to Josephine du
    Beauharnais
    Since I left you, I have been constantly
    depressed. My happiness is to be near you.
    Incessantly I live over in my memory your
    caresses, your tears, your aectionate
    solicitude. The charms of the incomparable
    Josephine kindle continually a burning and a
    glowing $ame in my heart…. I thought that I
    loved you months ago, but since my
    separation from you I feel that I love you a
    thousand fold more. Each day since I knew
    you, have I adored you more and more.
    2. Richard Burton to Elizabeth Taylor
    3. Elizabeth Barrett to Robert Browning
  • It seems to me, to myself, that no man was
    ever before to any woman what you are to me
    — the fullness must be in proportion, you
    know, to the vacancy…and only I know what
    was behind — the long wilderness without the
    blossoming rose…and the capacity for
    happiness, like a black gaping hole, before
    this silver $ooding. Is it wonderful that I
    should stand as in a dream, and disbelieve—
    not you—but my own fate?
    Was ever any one taken suddenly from a
    lampless dungeon and placed upon the
    pinnacle of a mountain, without the head
    turning round and the heart turning faint, as
    mine do? And you love me more, you say? ….
    How shall I ever prove what my heart is to
    you? How will you ever see it as I feel it?
    4. Beethoven to his “Immortal Beloved”
    Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to
    you, my Immortal Beloved, Be calm — love me
    — today — yesterday — what tearful longings
    for you — you — you — my life — my all —
    farewell. Oh continue to love me — never
    misjudge the most faithful heart of your
    beloved. Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.
    5. Winston Churchill to Clementine Churchill
  • 6. Oscar Wilde to Lord Alfred Douglas
    My Own Boy,
    Your sonnet is quite lovely, and it is a marvel
    that hose red-roseleaf lips of yours should be
    made no less for the madness of music and
    song than for the madness of kissing. Your
    slim gilt soul walks between passion and
    poetry. I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved
    so madly, was you in Greek days. Why are you
    alone in London, and when do you go to
    Salisbury? Do go there to cool your hands in
    the grey twilight of Gothic things, and come
    here whenever you like. It is a lovely place
    and lacks only you; but go to Salisbury >rst.
    Always, with undying love,
    Yours, Oscar