My fifth Christmas in Spain. I thought that must be wrong, but it’s not. Four and a half years since I bought my house, three and a half years since I retired and moved here full-time. Such a short time, yet it feels like forever. Continue reading
First of all it was remiss of me not to thank you all for the lovely thoughts and messages you sent following my heart attack. I really did appreciate every one of them – “the kindness of strangers” means a lot.
Since then I’ve been doing a lot of catching up. Trying to slow down, catching up with old friends, and catching up with long-delayed tasks. Continue reading
The theory proves itself right, time after time after time.
Like-minded people, practising languages together. Continue reading
Dentists don’t often make me laugh. Sadly, it’s years since they were allowed to use laughing gas to knock us out before an extraction. And I’m a really rubbish patient. But my Spanish dentist is lovely. Film-star looks, craggy, sexy voice, about the right age ….. COUGH! Sorry, I wandered off for a moment there! Anyway, back on topic, he DID make me laugh. Continue reading
It must be extraordinarily difficult to learn Spanish if you think you don’t like learning languages, or if you hate grammar, or don’t know what the English words are for different parts of speech. I’m very fortunate to find that I genuinely enjoy the grammatical building blocks of a language, and I love practising and improving my Spanish. Continue reading