79 – Driving Over Dreams of Lemons

First thing I did wrong was that I asked for un cafe nube doble en vaso.  My usual milky coffee.   Nope – I was in Orgiva in Granada province, now, so must remember to ask for una leche manchada doble en vasoLa dueña was ancient, and widowed (guessing by the black widows’ weeds) and corrected me politely. Continue reading

78 – Sex and Rolexes on the Beach

He’s one of the tallest men I’ve ever seen.  And he definitely has the biggest smile.  I guess you have to develop an easy charm and a friendly manner if you’re trying to sell complete rubbish to beach-goers in order to scrape a living.

Gabriel is there most days.  Sometimes he has hats, occasionally sunglasses, but his speciality is high-class watches.  Rolexes.  At a real bargain price of just €50.  Who can resist? Continue reading

74 – Plugged In

She always waved and greeted me if I’d parked up there, opposite her house.  Always dressed in black, usually sitting on a high-backed chair just inside her door, staring out for long hours, seemingly hoping that someone would stop for a chat.  Shyness that I might not understand her properly made me reticent. Continue reading

29 – Expats or Immigrants?

Expat:   Expatriate.  A person who lives outside their native country(Oxford Dictionaries, online).    Short for expatriate, which comes from the Latin ex patria, meaning out of the homeland.

Immigrant:   A person who comes to live permanently in a foreign country (Oxford Dictionaries, online).

I can’t see a difference in the definitions, at all.  And yet the words appear to be used very differently.  In Spain I have once heard a Dutch woman describe herself as an immigrant, but with that single exception I have only heard European immigrants to Spain describe themselves as expats.  Continue reading