My Pink Hell-Escuela

Sometimes – though not very often – when traveling, one makes a mistake. For instance, one might find oneself faced with the opportunity to study Spanish in Guatemala for half the price than the school, or escuela, one researched in a different location. And one might research said school but not find anything. And one might decide that one week at this school – at half-price, don’t forget – is a good investment. This, dear reader, is a mistake; for with Spanish schools, as with tattoos, one gets what one pays for.

Why exactly is it so hell-escuelish?