I admit that a year ago I hadn’t even heard of the phrase “Bucket List” and even had to ask what it meant. Of course once it was patiently explained to me that it meant “Things to Do Before you Kick the Bucket”, it was blindingly obvious, but the phrase had previously passed me by. Continue reading
There are seven houses in my little street. Possibly six. Maybe even eight. It’s a bit hard to tell with Spanish families living next door to each other ….. or just in a different part of the same house. Anyway, I’ve always reckoned there are seven. I think.
So it always seemed slightly odd that mine was number 21. Continue reading
I didn’t mean to end up as a camarera (waitress) when I headed off to Granada, but that’s how my day ended. Continue reading
It all seems a bit one-sided so far. I keep getting presents from the Spanish Government, and I barely seem to have contributed anything to them yet. My latest gift from them was €2.000 off my new car. Continue reading
Traditions from home and abroad mingled this year, and new traditions began as old ones were put away. The warm sun made this a very different Christmas from those of previous years, plus a new village, new neighbours, and the first Christmas in 54 years without Mum. Continue reading
So. First Christmas in Spain. It seems to me there are three ways of doing this – (1) try to import all English customs and do it as Englishly as possible; (2) try to do it completely Spanishly and be a bit confused throughout; or (3) try to do it as Spanishly as possible but with just a couple of familiar things in order to remember what day it is. I went for number three. Continue reading