21 – Paper, Scissors, Stone

I don’t think they’re doing it on purpose.  It feels like they are, but I really truly don’t think they are.  You must have experienced it?  You pass a neighbour or a stranger in the street, you both nod, and you grunt out a greeting.  “¡Hola!”, or perhaps “¡Buenos días!”, or sometimes just “¡Buenos!”.  And whichever you pick, 99% of the time they reply with a different one.  Why?  I refuse to believe it’s some sort of contrariness! Continue reading

20 – Permission to Circulate, Sir!

Colmenar has a village population of well under 3,000 (with another 800 or so in the campo but on Colmenar’s register).  There are 12,695 cars registered in Colmenar.  Is there a course I’ve missed?  The one where you sit in one car with the window open, leaning out to simultaneously drive your second car, while checking your third and fourth cars in the mirror as you drive off? Continue reading

19 – Defining “Home”

Well, blog number 7 “Going Home” http://bit.ly/Rf54ZP provoked a storm of debate on Eye on Spain www.eyeonspain.com  where the different views of many ex-pats and extranjeros, part-time and full-time in Spain, weighed in with their fascinating perspectives on what defines “home”.  Continue reading

“Conejo Blanco” Photo Challenge 2 – Repetition

Ah what an interesting challenge Marianne has set us this month!  “Repetition”.  My first reaction on seeing the topic was one of panic.  Did I understand it?  Could I find anything that would fit?  A plan emerged, and my hopes were pinned onto a visit to take place the following Saturday. Continue reading

17 – The Almond Harvest (or: Ways to Ensure Your Neighbours Think You’re Mad number 67)

So Rafael has been working out in the campo, long hours, and finally it’s all paid off and he’s brought home the bacon.  Or rather, he’s brought home the almonds.  Thousands.  Hundreds of thousands.  And he appears to be storing them in his front room. Continue reading

16 – Arriving Home

Arriving home.  Saying it aloud makes it more real.  Preparing for my first visitors.  The wi-fi works (wouldn’t get any visitors without that – my friends are a high-tech bunch demanding good connectivity!).  And there’s Spanish tv in the lounge, and English tv in my bedroom.  Maybe I need to get Jose back to swap the cables round? Continue reading