‘Don’t Get Angry, Get Even’

It only seemed like yesterday when we had returned from our short sunny Spanish mini-break just up the coast in Nerja and then publishing my last ramble about it, but as I commence drafting this latest masterpiece it was a bit of a shock to discover that that was actually thirty-one days ago 😲 Somehow we find ourselves on the cusp of entering the month of March, so although this last month had 29 days in it, what on earth happened to the month of February we find ourselves asking 🤷‍♂️ Now if we had been busy doing lots of exciting things or Shazza cajoling me into more surprise mini-adventures then perhaps I could understand the time flying past, but that has not been the case. The reality is simply that we have just been getting on with our normal everyday lives, you know the sort of usual stuff, the walks, sometimes in our own local neighbourhood and sometimes, just for a change of scenery, we would take the short twenty-minute drive to Estepona and walk along their very nice promenade, but overall nothing worth writing about really.

We collected our first visitors of the year, from Malaga Airport, on Thursday 15th February, Shazza’s Aunt and Uncle from the UK, this was their fifth visit to us so they were coming primarily to enjoy the warmer Spanish weather, the UK being its usual cold and wet self at this time of year, rather than them coming for any major sightseeing purposes, they had done most of that on their previous visits to us. So we made no real plans, other than on the Friday evening, we had pre-booked a table at the ‘La Bodega’ restaurant in the Marina where they had some entertainment, it was to be a ‘Motown Night’, which fitted well into the style of music for our particular age categories. For the remainder of their six day visit to us, Shazza and I decided to just leave it up to them if they wanted us to take them anywhere in particular.

The following morning, which for three people in particular, commenced a little later than for myself, but our guests decided that they wanted to go and take a look at the small village of Manilva, a short drive inland up the mountain, why I do not know, as their is very little of interest going on at this time of year, it is primarily a wine production area but the vines had not started producing any of their fruits just yet so their were no associated fiesta’s. We parked up and took them to a Cafe that we know, which has a large panoramic window overlooking the countryside, and the surrounding mountains, with views of other whitewashed villages and towns in the distance.

One of the smaller more famous towns is Caceres, which is probably the most photographed in this area, and so I was somewhat surprised when they told us that they had not visited it on any of their previous visits to us, so of course, with it being literally on our doorstep, that, we agreed, would be our next port of call. Sharon and I have been to Caceres a few times now, it is built on the side of the mountain and the streets are on various levels, mainly narrow and cobbled streets and walkways, it would certainly test our guests stamina and fitness as they are both a little older than myself, but added to that, Shazza’s uncle had undergone replacement knee surgery a couple of years ago and it has never been right since. However, we had pre-warned them both but they were still keen to go and take a look, on our own previous visits we had never quite made it to the top of the village to the Church that sits at the peak alongside the remnants of the old castle, perhaps today we may make it if we took it at a steady pace 🤔

I had driven us up to Manilva, but Shazza elected to do the drive to Caceres, only because she had researched the parking availability and decided to go into the small town, to a subterranean multi-storey car park right in the centre, which required concentration and careful negotiation of the small and narrow cobbled roads. Since suffering with my detached retina in 2022, the focus in my right eye is not perfect, and never will be, so whilst it is good enough for me to drive on, or through, towns with normal road widths, I do tend to over compensate on distance to anything within my field of vision on the right hand side, so as their would be little, if any, margin for error driving through Caceres, she had demoted me to the co-pilots seat. As it turned out this was a good decision, for even she had wished she had worn her brown trousers that day 🤭 On our previous visits we had parked just outside the town which, as it turned out, would have been the better option on this occasion too, what is it they say about hindsight 🤔 However, credit where credit is due, Shazza got us safely in, and out, without gaining any go-faster striping down the sides of the car or any unwanted dents, with the added bonus that we both lost a few extra pounds from the amount of sweating we did, and that had nothing to do with the physical excursions of walking up and down steep hills just lots of close quarter manoeuvring in the car !!

It was a nice warm and sunny day and the tourists were out in force, meaning that we couldn’t find even one empty table at any of the Cafe/Bar establishments, so we wandered up and down the narrow streets until we saw a sign pointing upwards towards the ‘Castle Cafe’. We got about two thirds of the way up the narrow winding cobbled alleyways until eventually Shazza’s Aunt and Uncle declared that they needed a rest before they could go any further, I said I would continue a little further to see whether I could find the cafe, but the narrow walkway just continued to twist and climb, so I knew they would not be able to make it to even the point that I had got to, although disappointingly I knew that it could not have been much further to the top as I could now see the top of the church spire, perhaps Shazza and I will finally complete it ourselves on another day 🙄

We drove back down to our local town of Sabinillas, via a different route, where our guests got to see some other tremendous panoramic views of the coastline as we descended. After a wander along the sun drenched promenade we stopped at several hostelries for much needed Anti-Covid Vaccines, well it would have been rude not to 🤭 and then we went to our local Indian Restaurant for a very pleasant, albeit well overdue, lunch. We spent the rest of the late afternoon, and evening, sat on the balcony just chatting, Shazza had made a large jug of rather potent Sangria, which we all enjoyed, accompanied with an assortment of nibbles, that was followed by her deciding to show her recently acquired skill (I use that term ‘Skill’ very loosely) at producing several of her different alcohol flavoured cocktail concoction’s. I don’t think any of them noticed that I was happy to just sit with my one glass of Sangria. Now both Shazza and I very rarely drink alcohol when we are at home, I enjoy my couple, or three, glasses of red wine when we are out, and Shazza her small beers, but Shazza likes to be sociable when we have guests staying, so there will be no prizes for guessing who didn’t wake up with a headache the following morning 😂

The next morning, which for some further alcohol related reason was another very relaxed start to the day 🤭 our guests said that they would like to revisit Estepona. Since their last visit the seafront promenade had changed considerably, what was once a road has now been reformed into a much wider and full length pedestrian and cyclists promenade. There is now a new Social and Cultural Centre which, on the top, has a 360 degree viewing platform. I have mentioned this in previous rambles and provided photographs, but for our current guests, this would be a first. It was yet again another sun drenched day, with temperatures in the low twenties and so another chance to get back into our more comfortable attire of Shorts, Tee-shirts and flip-flops, My carer (Shazza) had given me permission to drive, so I parked the car in the usual place, for free, at the Northern side of Estepona, opposite the large Carrefour supermarket and then we crossed the road and strolled along the long seafront promenade, enjoying the sea views and the new look pedestrianised area. Just before we got to the Marina was the social and cultural building and, for just €1 each, we took the lift to the top, when we had first come here it was free, but we were not complaining it is worth every Euro 👍

After a gentle wander back we headed into town, through the nice shaded shop lined street and into one of our favourite Plaza’s in Estepona, the ‘Plaza de Flores’. Our intention was to take our guests to a lovely Tapas restaurant that we often frequent whenever we come to the town, but we had left it too late and all the tables were full and their were queues of people waiting for one to become free. There is another Tapas Restaurant in the opposite corner ‘Avocado Tapas & Vinos’ and we were fortunate to claim the last free table. Now we had used this one on several occasions in the past, and it was very nice, the service had been very friendly and all the tapas were very good. However, it had been closed for many months, whilst it was being re-furbished and it was also now under new Management. We were served our drinks pretty promptly, considering they were very busy, but at the time of ordering our drinks we had also asked for a menu and whilst the drinks were forthcoming the menu’s were not. After the third time of asking, around ten minutes later, we eventually got our menu’s, we each selected what we wanted and then we waited for someone to come and take our order, I told one waiter as he passed that we were ready to order, but he never came back to us to take it, some minutes later I attracted the attention of a female waitress and informed her that we were ready to order, she signalled that she would be with us in one minute, that minute came and went as did the next five minutes, I attracted the male waiter’s attention once again and he nodded in acknowledgement that he had seen me, however, yet again he too failed to materialise to take our food order, although we saw him attend to other tables with people who had only recently sat down after us. We gave it a further five minutes, finished our drinks and as the male waiter passed we all stood up and I asked for the bill. He returned a couple of minutes later with the bill and said ‘Is that all you want ?’. I replied, “No, we wanted to eat but we have asked three times and none of you came to take our order, so we will give our money to someone who may appreciate our custom”. Needless to say I didn’t leave a tip but when we were sat at our next bar I did leave them a much deserving review on ‘Trip Advisor’, I prefer to use the much more effective principle of, ‘Don’t get angry, get even’. I suggested to Shazza and our guests that we could drive back to our own town and go for a very nice lunch at our favourite Indian Restaurant, where, funny old thing, we were warmly greeted and the service and food, as always, was excellent.

The following morning we drove back to Estepona for a walk around the Sunday Market held at the Marina. To be honest, it is not something we tend to do very often these days, having done it numerous times over the last nine years when we had visitor’s, and to me, one ‘tourist tat’ market is basically just like any other. Although Shazza’s Aunt and Uncle have been before, they wanted to go again so, as we had nothing better to do and it was only just down the road, why not. However, we needed to be back to our own Town by 1:30pm as I had pre-booked us a table at our favourite seafront promenade Fish restaurant. We wandered up the long row of stalls, and back down the opposite side, not one of us actually bought anything though. As we were there and the Bullring was not far away, a five minute walk, and they had a Sunday ‘Flea Market’ on, we took a wander across but again our wallets and purses remained firmly in our pockets. I do not believe that Estepona hosts any actual traditional bull fights there anymore, given the poor state of the ring, with the grass and weeds and flaking paint. The growing much younger ‘Animal Welfare’ community have a strong influence these days, and so there are very few venues around the Country that continue to hold these historic and traditional events, although that said, their are still many strong Traditionalists in varying regions around the Country, albeit primarily in the North, where bullfighting is still a popular and regular event on the Calendar, both for locals and tourists alike. Shazza and I have visited several bullrings on our travels, even sleeping outside some of their doors in our Motorhoming days, but as yet we have not attended an actual bullfight, whether we would or not is a question yet to be answered, if or when, the occasion or opportunity were to arise.

The weather was remaining kind for our current guests, another warm and very sunny day, the few days prior to their arrival we had felt a big dip in the daytime temperatures and experienced mainly grey and overcast skies, with some small amounts of drizzle, we had pre-booked this sunshine but were told at the time of ordering that we could only have six consecutive days, so we had reserved these six especially for our visitor’s, we are good like that 😉 We made it to our lunch reservation in plenty of time. Although it is possible, and totally acceptable, to just choose your dish as an individual to eat yourself, Shazza and I usually just do the more traditional thing and order a combination of two, or sometimes three, types of fish, two salad items and a basket of bread to share between us, so this is what we all agreed to do and on this occasion, with their being the four of us and with the wide choice of fish on offer, we could each choose our particular favourite and whether we wanted it Fried or Grilled. We ordered a large plate of large sweet Tomato’s, topped with fresh finely chopped garlic and a large plate of olive oil marinated Red peppers, topped with White Onions, Tuna, Boiled Segmented Eggs and a basket of warm bread, as our accompaniment’s, our guests ordered a bowl of french fries, not something we normally tend to have when we come here on our own but why not, they were available on the menu. I have said this many times before, so forgive me for repeating myself, but I like the Spanish dining experiences, once you have booked your table it is your’s for as long as you want it, their is never any rush to get you to finish, pay the bill and then get you out to prepare the table ready for other customer’s, if other prospective customers arrive, who have not pre-booked, they are told that they can wait if they wish, to see if a table becomes available but with no guarantees on how long that may be. On occasions when we have finished our meal and our drinks and we see a couple waiting, we will often tell them that we are about to pay the bill and leave, which is appreciated by both the awaiting customers and the restaurant staff. The other thing I like, at this particular restaurant, is that the food does not all arrive at once, the salad is not treated as a starter, although it does generally come out to your table first, with the bread, but it is also eaten alongside the fish courses which they cook fresh to order, so each dish comes out as and when it is ready.

Once we had finished our lunch we sauntered back towards the Marina and stopped at one of the bars on the lower level that overlook the boat moorings, where we enjoyed an extra couple of Anti-Covid Vaccines, whilst people watching, as you do 😉

On the Monday, our guests last full day, they decided to just have a more leisurely day, do I need to give you the daily weather briefing 🤔 No I didn’t think so. We parked the car at our usual place by the beach in the former fishing village and walked through the Marina and on into the town. We walked the full length of the promenade then re-traced our steps, stopping at one of the Cafe/Bar’s for refreshments before returning to the Marina, where instead of turning right we turned left and walked to the outer harbour wall, where we got a better view of the larger moored Motor Yachts, we looked back at the hills with their whitewashed residences towering over the Marina, they each had spectacular views out to sea and would be far too expensive for my short pockets. We strolled back and enjoyed a light lunch at one of the Cafe/Bars in the Marina, then returned home for a leisurely afternoon and evening. Shazza had decided to roast a chicken and serve it up with a variety of different salad items she had prepared herself, beetroot and orange salad, Greek salad, Hummus, Sweet Potato and normal oven roasted potato with chunks of freshly baked home made sour dough bread, she always puts on a good spread does my Shazza. That evening was the first time in five days that we had turned on the TV, we introduced them to the excellent six season ‘Netflix’ series “The Good Doctor’, although we had already watched all seasons of it, we still enjoyed watching the first few episodes again, our guests were hooked and said that they would be continuing to watch it when they returned home. We dropped our visitor’s off at Malaga Airport around lunchtime on the Tuesday and then returned home, after a quick stop at Fuengirola ‘Miramar’ retail shopping mall. The following morning we awoke to a grey overcast sky and a strong Easterly wind, our fine weather booking reservation had expired 🤷‍♂️

As usual, during these Spanish Winter months, generally our daily and even weekly activities are dictated to by the ‘Works of Fiction’, as at this time of year the weather often changes without giving any advance notice to the meteorological authorities, which really creates havoc with their already highly contentious ten day weather crystal ball ‘guesses’ forecasts 🤭 But we are now used to these changes in the weather conditions, shifting regularly between periods of dry, warm and sunny days, followed by two or three cloudy, chilly and quite windy one’s, there has been some of the wet stuff to add in to the mix but certainly not in sufficient quantity to make any significant difference to the water levels in any of the ‘Embalces’ (Reservoirs) and so not easing the major drought crisis in the Country as a whole. Up until recently, in this small corner of the Costa del Sol coastline, we had been fortunate not to have to endure the full water restrictions that had been put in place in other areas of the Country, or indeed in some of the other areas in our own Province of Malaga.

However, the day after our visitor’s had returned to the UK, on the 21st February those drought restrictions had now changed for us, for unlike some other areas, until now, we had not suffered from having our domestic water supply cut off for 10 hours each night, however, we have now received official notification that we are now limited to 160 Litres of water each, per day, with immediate effect, and the water pressure will be reduced between midnight and 06:00am. The consequences of exceeding these limitations is a hefty fine and for us, like the majority of properties whose water supplies come from the mains supply, we are on a water meter so our usage can be checked, which I suspect will be conducted at the end of each quarterly billing period. The actual reduction in water pressure, during the early hours, will have no real adverse impact on us personally, but it does on those who live on the higher levels of High Rise apartment blocks who, even under normal circumstances, already suffer from low water pressures, but also those who work in the tourist hospitality sector, as many of the Cafe’s, Bars and Restaurants do not close until after midnight, so for those going home after long shifts to take a shower after working in hot, greasy, smelly kitchens they are the one’s who will suffer the most.

Now although we had not previously been under any mandatory water usage restrictions, we had still been trying to be responsible and doing our bit by not wasting water, or over-using this essential resource. However, we had never before given any real thought to just how many litres of water, as individuals, we each use per day, I knew that taking a shower was more water efficient than filling a bath, but now I have discovered that even one ten minute shower can use between 100-150 Litres of water, then there is toilet flushing, how many times do we flush the toilet ? how many litres of water does it take to refill it ? This is not something that we had previously given any thought to whatsoever, but even washing up the dishes in the sink, or casually rinsing off breakfast or lunchtime pots and pans and crockery, or using the Washing machine or the Dishwasher, or just filling the kettle for our morning, afternoon and evening cuppas, filling the water filter jug for our fresh drinking water, leaving a tap running whilst brushing teeth or when rinsing hands, and then the water we use for our weekly cleaning of bathrooms and the mopping of all the tiled floors, we don’t have carpets and, although many of these things may not all be daily events, it all has to be included and averaged out from within our 320 Litre a day allowance. This new regime of water monitoring has made us realise just how much water we each use without thinking about it, so my OCD has now gone into overdrive and I have put battery operated cooking timer devices by all the water taps (only joking, but who knows, that may actually have to also become a reality 🤔). So now, when you read my rambles and I say that we keep praying for long periods of heavy rain, I am actually being quite serious, because there is a real risk, if we do not get the much needed rainfall to increase the water levels in the Embalces, that we may have to go to purchasing bottled water, and I am sure that there will now be a run on that commodity too and if things really do not improve soon, we may even have to fill containers of water from stand pipes in the street 😲

Now who would have thought that all of our years of living full time in a Motorhome that that lifestyle would become both practical and beneficial to us now living back in a more conventional lifestyle ? Yes, in the days of living in a plastic box on wheels we had been used to constantly having to be careful with our water usage, restricting our washing up to just once, at the end of each day, we were also accustomed to taking marine type showers (wetting down, soaping up, rinsing off) and using the Australasian principle of toilet flushing, which, if you are not familiar with that system, is remembering a simple rhyme, “If it’s yellow, let it mellow, but if its brown, flush it down”. We were surprised however to discover that it is in fact more economical to use a dishwasher once a day than it is to fill a kitchen sink or washing up bowl, I am all in favour of that particular water saving measure 😁 So now it is time to be a lot more considerate when enjoying, what until now has just been one of the simple life pleasures and one’s that we have just taken for granted, but now, if we want to continue to have these essential domestic facilities in our home, and not have to resort to filling bottles from stand pipes in the street, it is ‘Time To Pay The Piper’ as the saying goes. When we were looking at all the Pro’s and Con’s of coming to live here permanently, this certainly was not something that was on our radar, so there really is no such thing as a ‘real paradise’.

So, unless the rains come, and soon, and for extended periods, we may also have to make other sacrifices and that is with having any other guests staying with us. We may get away with our Daughter and Son-in-Law from Germany visiting in the middle of July, they have already booked and pre-paid for their flights, but their visit to us is just for 5 days and then, within a couple of weeks of them returning to Germany, we will be travelling to Austria for a week, so we may be able to manage our water usage before they arrive and also whilst they are with us, and then of course we will not be using any whilst we ourselves are away. However, unfortunately we have had to tell our Son and Daughter-in-Law NOT to book any flights from the UK for their intended two week visit to us in August, for with them and our three grandchildren there would be no way we could justify or manage the additional water usage for five extra people. If that scenario happens then we have already decided that, although we had not planned a return visit to the UK this year, we will perhaps do an extended road trip, where we could go and visit them, but also use the trip to do some touring through France, it will be just a case of working out the logistics, something else that we have the benefit of having had to do, often at short notice, in our former nomadic lifestyle when living full time in our Motor Home. It really is true that, throughout life you never stop learning and some of the experiences you encounter can potentially prove beneficial in later life 😉

We had a notification from the Tax Consultant that we met with back in November, part of our Solicitor’s firm, that we needed to submit our Tax Returns by the end of March. So, as we have asked them to do this on our behalf, we arranged another meeting to find out exactly what information they require to submit to the Spanish Tax Authority, and also to confirm that all of our UK Government Pensions are subject to the ‘No Double Taxation Agreement’ between Spain and the UK, meaning that we will continue to pay tax in the UK and not here in Spain. However, apart from those Government Pensions, any other Worldwide Assets (Property, Vehicles, Boats etc.) or Financial Incomes (Interest Payments on Bank Accounts, Shares, Investments, Insurances etc.) are all subject to being taxed in Spain. Now for us, as we do not have any other property or Shares etc, it is actually a relatively simple process, although we do have to declare any interest we have received on our UK Bank Savings Account, which in our case is not a Kings Ransom. We were asked to complete a Form declaring all our Worldwide Assets outside of Spain, you only need to do this once and not annually, unless the value of any assets, existing or newly acquired, and outside of Spain, exceeds €20k of the value already declared. We also needed to provide a spreadsheet of all our Incomes, including our Government Pensions, and Interest on our Savings for the 2023 Financial Year, the Spanish Tax year runs from 1st January to 31st December. As I already keep a detailed record of all this information for my own benefit, I had that Spreadsheet completed and returned to the Tax Consultant within an hour of having this second meeting. They need the Gross Value of all of our Incomes only so as to be able to place us into the correct tax band category, as the total value of our incomes will decide how much tax we pay on our Interest Savings, which could be anything between 24% and 60%. Unlike the fairly straightforward UK Tax Band Categories, in Spain their are numerous tax income levels and so we have asked our tax consultant to calculate wether it would be more financially beneficial to submit individual tax returns or a joint return.

Fortunately for us, we sold our UK property over 10 years ago, so we have no property assets outside of Spain. It would be a little more complicated for those who sold their UK properties in the same financial year they came to live in Spain. Or, if someone continues to own a property asset outside of Spain and also earns a rental income from it. It is certainly something that people need to take into consideration when thinking of applying for a Residency Visa here in Spain, or indeed any other Country. For those who have been following my rambles for a few year’s now, you will probably now understand a little better why it took us so long before we took the decision to actually make the move here, we both spent a lot of time doing our own research and then, cross-checking each other’s understanding of what each of us had read. My advice is, for what it is worth, is that whilst it is good to hear of other’s experiences, you need to check the ‘Official’ guidance and rules, as no one persons circumstances and situation are the same so, what you may read on a forum, or hear from a friend of a friend, may not be accurate or applicable to yourselves. It isn’t actually that complicated, provided you are methodical in your research and take a step-by-step approach, and of course, something really beneficial in this instance is having someone in the partnership who suffers with OCD 😂

Now, I may sometimes be a little cynical about social media forums but, they can also be advantageous, for amongst the gossip, the individual opinions, scaremongering and having to separate the ‘wheat from the chaff’, occasionally you come across really useful snippets of information. By way of an example, Shazza had learnt from one of her local Ex-pat community forums that the England Women’s National Football Team (Lionesses) were coming to Spain at the end of February to play two friendly matches against Austria, and then, just a few days later, Italy. Both games were to be played at the same stadium, which just happened to be, not a large City stadium in Malaga, Valencia, Madrid, Barcelona or Sevilla, but a very small all seat stadium with only a 7,000 capacity. Quite fortunately, the location of that stadium was just a short 30 minute drive from us, so Shazza got onto the Spanish stadium ticket office website and booked us tickets for both games, Austria on the 23rd and Italy on the 27th, the total cost for the four Tickets €44 (£37.60). The supporters seating is all raised with good views over the playing areas and she got us seats on the front row overlooking the half way line, I started practicing my lines a week or so before the first game 🎶 Sweet Caroline, So Good, So Good, So Good 🎶

It was a good game and the Lionesses went in 3-0 up at half time, at the end of the game the girls came away 7-2 winners over Austria but I felt a little sorry for the opponents, for every time that England scored a goal, the loudspeaker would rock out with music that all the English supporters sang along with, with plenty of gusto, but when Austria scored their was no musical celebration from the grounds sound system, although we did clap in appreciation of their efforts. At the end of the game the whole England team, including substitutes and coaching staffs, all came over to applaud the England supporters

It was a similar format for the next match against Italy four days later, we were sat in almost the same seats, just a couple further along. No disrespect to the previous opponents but I anticipated that the Italians would provide much stiffer opposition, in the end they didn’t, we came away winning 5-1 👍 As with the previous match, there was musical celebrations from the ground sound system every time the Lionesses scored, but not when the Italians did, which to me wasn’t very sporting as both games were just friendly International matches but I guess there really is a much closer bond between the Spanish and the English 😉 Both of the games were televised on the UK ITV channels, you may have heard me if you were watching, I was the one who was verbally coaching the Lionesses every pass and move, well someone had to as the coach just sat in the dugout having a cuppa, and perhaps I may also have commented on some of the decisions made by the match officials, but if I am totally honest and upon reflection, maybe they didn’t really need to go and have their eyes tested 🤭 but, I do have to say that on one occasion, the referee did listen to my advice to dish out a yellow card to one of our opponents after a rather meaty challenge 😂

At the start of next week they are coming to dis-assemble and remove our old kitchen and appliances, and then commence installing our new one and all new appliances, which is scheduled to take a fortnight to complete, although they have indicated that it shouldn’t take the full two weeks 🤞

So today is Andalusia Day, a Regional holiday, but no fiesta to mark it, well not in our small town at least. It seems odd to be saying this, but unfortunately it is yet another warm and very sunny day, if only we could have at least a weeks worth of the wet stuff, the real bad ass rainfall, but alas there is none forecast in the immediate future 😢 So until my next ramble, I hope you enjoy standing under your shower’s, with unrestricted lashings of water raining down upon your heads, rather than like us having to resort to using ‘wet wipes’, although we are lucky that the beach and sea is only a five minute drive away, if you don’t mind suffering with a bit of hyperthermia in the process of getting a wash and, I hope you appreciate the luxury of being able to flush your toilets as often as you ‘want’ to 🚽😂

Hasta Luego mi Amigos, “La Vida Sigue Siendo Bastante Buena Aqui”(Life is still pretty good here) 😉