Author: Eric and Shazza

As the sun sets at the end of yet another day, and since publishing my last ramble, I have spent a lot of time, usually at night and after Shazza has gone to bed, sat in my favourite chair on the balcony, staring out into the night sky, in deep contemplation, as I have done so more times than I really care to think about recently, on quite a personal and heartfelt matter. That being whether these rambles are now, in all reality, getting to the end of their natural lifespan. Believe it or not, I do wrestle constantly with my conscience where I have been asking myself why anyone would now be interested in reading about our particular lives anymore 🤷‍♂️ When I started with these rambles, very nearly twelve year’s ago now, we were setting out on a big adventure, going from a safe very conventional lifestyle to one where we were heading out into the great unknown, then, I could of course understand why some people would be interested in following our adventures. Of course, for those who have been with us since the beginning of those adventures, you will know that we have experienced many twists and turns, heading in one direction only to find ourselves then going in a completely different one. However, now we have come full circle and are once again back where we started, living a more conventional lifestyle, albeit in a different part of the world from where our journey commenced but, what are we doing now that is any different from you, my reader’s 🤔 So, and whilst I have stated very many times, that I thoroughly enjoy writing about our lives, about life in our own little bubble of existence, often sharing my opinions on life in general that is going on around us, sometimes with my own more cynical outlooks on the world around us, other times with what I hope comes across as a less serious outlook, and a more humorous interpretation of it. But the honest truth is that I am now questioning whether, in reality, our lives are very much different to anyone else’s and why readers would actually be interested in knowing things like, what the weather is like in our part of Spain ? or where we went for a walk ? or stopped for lunch ? or any of the other dozens of everyday normal routines that I now constantly ramble on about which, and let’s be honest here, you must all be doing very similar things yourselves but in your own parts of the world 🤷‍♂️ It isn’t that I am no longer enjoying writing these rambles, as you probably well know by now, I would very likely win every award and gold medal going for spewing out my endless publications of verbal diarrhoea, I even get withdrawal symptoms if I haven’t published one in a week 😂 But I am left now contemplating on whether I should just stop writing them completely, or perhaps just reduce the frequency in which I publish them, or only write about places that we go to, that may be of some interest to some of you. So, I need some honest guidance from you my reader’s, has the time come to finally say a fond farewell, ‘Adios’ as opposed to ‘Hasta Luego’, or would you prefer to just continue to read about our lifestyle, albeit a little less frequently 🤷‍♂️

So, as this may well be my last ramble, I am not going to change my usual format or content, I am just going to go with my usual habit, writing as I generally do about my personal observations, and opinions, on what is going on both locally, and Internationally, in the wider world. I will of course start, without any doubt whatsoever, on telling you about our current weather situation, well it would be rude of me not to really, especially as their has been a big change in our fortunes since the last ramble. So yes, after an unusually elongated period of the wet stuff I can now very happily announce that normal service has finally been resumed 😎 We have also already observed some early ‘Tourist’ arrivals and, as usual, they are rather conspicuous by their holiday attire and pale skin tones 🤭 Although, with the return of the sunshine, and the warm temperatures, which are currently in the low to mid twenties, we too have finally managed to re-introduce the shorts and tee-shirts to our normal daily attire, and boy does that feel good 🤭 Although, to be honest with you, we are not getting overly excited just yet, as we also know that it will, for us, be a short-lived event, what with our impending visit back to the UK looming over us, so no packing away of our more winter style clothing just yet, unless the British ‘Works of Fiction’ can also manage to arrange a heat wave to coincide with our twenty-three days visit, although we will not hold our breaths. It seems that whilst the UK, and some other more Northerly parts of Europe, have been experiencing a sort of mini heatwave recently, the forecast for when we are due to arrive back in dear old Blighty is not looking good, with daily high’s only around 13 degrees(c), and the night temperatures falling to between 1-3 degrees(c) 🥶, I am shivering now, just at the thought of it 😲

Whilst we are obviously more than delighted to see the back end of all the storms that terrorised us for four very long consecutive weeks, and even though they did lower our feel-good factor mood at times, I can still turn a negative aspect into a positive one, for even those stormy events bore a silver lining because, as I type this, our Embalce (La Concepcion) is now sitting at a little over 92% of its total capacity, even though they had to continuously keep draining it over the last four weeks to prevent it from overflowing, but with the run-offs from the storm drains and rivers, continually adding to that figure over the next few days, that should edge us a little closer to the 100% mark although I doubt that they will let it get to the maximum but, as a consequence, it has recently been announced that our personal individual domestic water usage allowance has now been raised by 25 Litres to 250 Litres per day, not that between us we use anywhere near 500 Litres a day, but perhaps, now that we can, we should celebrate this increase by taking two showers a day 😂 I am of course joking as the drought periods we endured, especially over the last year, mean that we do still continue to implement our own personal water usage measures as we appreciate more than ever this essential natural resource.

The local news media headlines above did go a little bit overboard and actually print mis-leading information. There are seven Embalces that provide water to the Malaga Province, and some of them are still below 50%, so not every area within the Province will have three years worth of water supplies, typical media hype though huh 🤷‍♂️

So now, with the end of this elongated rainy period, came a task that we knew had to be completed, a task that neither of us relished, the cleaning of all of the apartment windows 😲 The last thing that we wanted to do, now that the rain had stopped and that glorious sunshine was out, and the temperatures were hot, was to clean forty-two, different sized, panes of glass, although that number includes both the inner and outer panes, so in reality it was actually a total of twenty-one windows, and of course not forgetting the six external roller security shutters to do which, with being silver-grey in colour, the brown sand that gets blown in on the rain and sticks to them like glue, making them look even worse than the rain stained windows, we cannot have that, whatever will the neighbour’s and passers by think 😲 But we knew that none of these would clean themselves and, at least it would be one of those tasks that, once completed, would not need doing again for another three months or so, longer if the rain now stays away 🙏 Now I come to think about it, it seems strange that in the UK there are window cleaners who will come around, and, for a charge of course, will clean your external windows for you, not a service that I have actually ever seen over here in Spain, apart from on tall Commercial premises that is. Perhaps with all this modern technology someone will invent a drone that is capable of doing the job on the external windows, it would certainly decrease the number of injuries that are sustained from falling off ladders and, let’s face it, drones do seem to be used for everything else these days, so why not put them to good practical use instead of using them just as weapons of destruction, or perhaps even for spying on your neighbours sunbathing nude in the garden 🤭 So, somewhat reluctantly, we both got stuck in and, once we had finished, there was no way that we had any energy, let alone any inclination, to go out for our daily walk, but to be honest the task itself took us around four hours to complete so that was more than enough exercise for one day, working our ageing muscles and joints which, under normal circumstances, would not have been exercised on those routine more leisurely walks, although the big advantage to doing the walks is that we both do generally give ourselves a small reward 🍷or a 🍺 and sometimes even lunch 😋 But a sandwich and a drink (non-alcoholic) on our balcony was still quite a nice reward at the end of it, especially as now we could actually see out of our windows again and with the added bonus, by doing them ourselves and not paying for refreshments, we had saved a few shekels in the process 🤗

So now that I have got that weather subject out of the way, and since the publication of my last ramble, there have been a few other things going on too, so ‘Where Do I Start’ 🤷‍♂️ Normally, I would just tap away merrily on the keyboard, dispensing paragraphs full of the usual verbal diarrhoea, and without giving any of it a second thought, as it usually just spills from my memory storage cells, into my finger tips then on to the keyboard with no effort whatsoever, as you my readers will of course be able to bear witness to 🤭 But now I seem to be having some minor difficulties in recalling what some of those things were 🤔

We have been experiencing a slow, but an advancement nonetheless, in the daylight hour’s over the last few weeks, but we were very much happier when we awoke on Sunday 30th March for, the night before, we had gone around changing all our watches, clocks and on all the timers on the kitchen electrical appliances, for this would be the day that Summertime officially commenced, albeit in truth, our’s had ‘unofficially’ commenced a week earlier when the sun, blue sky and sparkling blue and green Mediterranean sea, and of course the much warmer temperatures, had returned to our shores. We now had daylight until 9pm, and the prospect of that daylight extending even longer over the coming days and weeks. This of course means that I am now able to spend more time in the evenings, and night’s, sat on the balcony, for up until now, when the sun had dropped in the sky, so too had the temperatures, so it had been too cold after 7pm. The other good thing was that we could now get out of our habitual evening activity of watching the TV, instead we can now eat dinner on the warm balcony and, once we have cleared away, we continue to sit there, Shazza reading her book, or watching some of her favourite ‘You Tube’ foodie channels, whilst I sit and watch my own favourite travel ‘vlogs’, a combination of Motorhomers and Sail, or Motor, Yacht travellers. When we have been together for the majority of each day, where we chat about everything and anything under the sun, in the evenings, although we are still sat together for the most part, we tend to sit quietly doing our own thing, until of course Shazza decides that it is her bedtime and she needs her beauty sleep, I of course do not go to bed quite as early as she does, well quite obviously, and it should go without saying really, that I do not require as much beauty sleep 😂

However, even this twice annual event in the calendar (March & October) still attracts media coverage, other than just the usual reminder to change our clocks. There would it seems still be some argument here in Spain, as well as in some other countries within Europe, as to whether these changes need to continue to be made at all 🤷‍♂️ It has always seemed a little strange to me that we are only a little over three hours drive away from the Portuguese border, yet they are one hour behind us on ‘Western European Time’ in line with Ireland and the UK, whilst being a little over ten hours away, is the French border, who are on the same time as us, ‘Central European Time’. It came as an even bigger surprise to me though, to discover that here in Europe there is also an ‘Eastern European Time’, so three time zones 🤷‍♂️ I have to be perfectly honest with you, I never actually realised that there were three, until now that is 😲 Evidence, if evidence were required, to prove that no matter what age you are, you never actually stop learning new things 🤗

In these rambles I often state that we get fed up of reading all of the ‘doom and gloom’ that there is in the world, but even so, we do still continue to scan the National and International Media headlines each morning, it is one of those habits that are instilled into our morning routines, although we do not read the stories that accompany every headline. However, it is probably a good job that we do still do this, otherwise we may miss vital pieces of information that ‘could’ effect us personally, which we otherwise would not be aware of 😲

I was a little surprised, I mean I knew that some Scandinavian Countries had ‘allegedly’ issued personal survival booklets to their citizens and, even more recently, President Macron of France had ‘allegedly’ done the same thing, but the rest of Europe 🤔 My goodness, had the Spanish Government missed us off their ‘mailing list’ and was this deliberate because we are classed as Immigrants in the country (Expats) and not true Spanish Citizens 😲 But a more sinister thought entered my head, ‘Where we closer to War than any of the European Governments were actually telling us 😲’. Well for once I was grateful to the European media for providing me with this essential alert, but it was obvious that we now could not trust the Spanish Government to look after us, we needed to take care of ourselves, so we have taken it upon ourselves to conduct our own reconnaissance, to be ready for the invasion by any forces of evil.

We acknowledge that our stretch of coastline covers an expansive area, miles and miles of beaches, one’s that the drug runners regularly take advantage of to evade the clutches of the Spanish Coastguard and Guardia Civil authorities, and far too much for us to keep guard of on our own, fortunately we were to discover that there were other ‘Independent’ organisations assisting our cause and on the lookout for foreign invaders. Even so, it did come as a bit of a surprise to us when a foreign invader did actually turn up on our own town’s seafront beach 😲 although the authorities were alert and swiftly discovered the intruder.

As you may imagine, it was a bit of a bind having to now conduct this extra surveillance and, being an ‘Unofficial’ activity, we were of course not re-imbursed for the expenditure involved, so we had to foot our own bill for all the additional refreshments incurred, Tapas, Menu del Dia’s, Cervesa’s and Anti-Covid Vaccines, but hey, we felt that it was our civic responsibility, the least we could do and so yes, whilst it can sometimes be a tough life, we knew that someone had to do it and, if we succeeded in our mission, we would have stories to tell our Grandchildren about our part in the Spanish war effort and our participation in ‘Grandad & Nanas Army’, who knows, perhaps one day they will make a TV programme about us 😂 Shortly after that incident we thought unknown Invader’s had dispersed their secret weapon as the sky overhead went partially dark, shielding what had been bright sunshine, a darkness that would impact on the whole of Europe, but then we remembered it was a natural phenomenon and not the launch of a secret weapon.

I did finally receive a communication from the UK Government in my Email inbox, but not one that contained my ‘Personal Survival Booklet’, or even any mention to the potential risk of war, no this was to inform me about the change to the Residency requirements for British Citizens living in Spain, at least it wasn’t my call up papers for ‘National Service’ I thought to myself 🤭 On reading it I also discovered that the content of the communication also had no impact on us personally.

When UK citizens, who were already residing in Spain, prior to Brexshit, elected to take official residency, rather than continue to ‘fly under the radar’, they were issued with a Green paper certificate, however, since Brexshit, new residents are issued with a ‘Tarjeta de Identidad de Extranjero’ (TIE) which is a plastic Identification Card, the size of a Bank or Credit Card, which contains Biometric Data. With the forthcoming introduction of the European Entry System (EES), not to be confused with the upcoming introduction of the ETIAS (Electronic Visitor Visa), this old green paper certificate, without the biometric data, will no longer be accepted and so residents who are in possession of this paper certificate are being encouraged to apply for the newer TIE Card, otherwise they are likely to encounter problems when, after leaving the country, find that they cannot re-enter Spain. As well as the advice being issued via UK Channels, the Spanish, and other European media organisations and Social Media Platforms, are also publicising this information, however, I think it would still be a safe bet on there being some people who will take no notice, for whatever reason, then state, once EES is officially introduced, that they didn’t know about it 🤷‍♂️

Now that piece of information also enables me to link in very conveniently with an update on the introduction of the European ETIAS system, which is simply an on-line application process to enable visitors to obtain an electronic ‘Visitor’ Visa. The E-visa will cost €7 and, once issued, it is valid for 3 year’s. However, there has been numerous delays with the introduction of ETIAS, as not all countries within the EU are ready with the technology aspects required to seamlessly link the EU’s Border Points of Entry/Exit together, so now it has been announced that there is to be yet ‘another delay’ with its introduction 🤷‍♂️ There has been some outcry from visitor’s from other countries about the need for the ETIAS system, but this is not something that is new, other Countries, USA and Canada for example, have been operating a similar system for several year’s and, in case people are unaware, the UK introduced their own electronic on-line visitor visa system in January this year, which comes into operation on 2nd April, that application process currently costs £10 (€12) and is soon to increase to £16 (€19) and is only valid for 2 year’s 😲 The anti-European media conveniently omit to mention this in their coverage on the subject 🤷‍♂️

Being a citizen of the UK, whilst now being an official resident within an EU Country, we were of course interested to discover what, if any, impact this may have on our ability to cross borders. Fortunately it doesn’t, we are British Citizens and UK Passport holders, so we do not have to apply for a UK ETA when we return to visit, and being official residents in Spain, with our Biometric TIE Cards, neither do we need to apply for an E-Visa on the upcoming ETIAS system when we return 👍

There has of course been a lot more going’s on in the wider world since my last ramble, the continuing natural disasters and what appears to be indiscriminate attacks in towns and cities within Europe, by individual’s, on members of the unsuspecting public who are just going about their normal lives and business, with no apparent motive by these nutters 🤷‍♂️ Then there are the continuing conflicts in several war torn areas of the globe, and of course all of the usual political stuff. I don’t know about you, but I get sick of seeing, although not necessarily reading, all the media articles by so called ‘Experts’ or ‘Influencer’s’ telling us what we should, or should not, be eating to stay healthy, how much and what type of exercises we need to be doing, they all generally contradict each other, by way of example I told you in one of my recent rambles how I read about a University Medical Research Team had declared that drinking ‘red wine’ was healthy for you, in moderation of course, but recently, one of those so called ‘TV Doctors’ has stated that it is a fallacy and it is not healthy 🤷‍♂️ So these are both supposed to be ‘Medical Experts’ yet they issue conflicting statements, no wonder people just ignore medical advice these days or just go with the one that suits there own persuasion, so of course, it goes without saying that I stand with the University Medical Opinion on their stance on the ‘red wine’ subject 🤭 But with all of this ‘doom and gloom’ reporting, conflicts with medical opinions, the diets that are bad, the exercises you should be doing, the diseases that are circulating, the places it is not safe to go on holiday to, my goodness it is no wonder that there are so many ‘alleged’ mental health issues in our world today, it is even driving me to requiring another dose, or two, of Anti-Covid Vaccine 🍷🍷 but then again, I never really needed any sort of an excuse to self-medicate 🤭

Locally, in our neighbouring town of Estepona, this last weekend we have just had a combined weekend event, a ‘Cheese Fair’ that was actually 30 stalls selling much more than just Cheese and, the ‘Saborea Estepona’ event which is a Tapas Route in the town with more than 30 bars and restaurants offering Tapa and beer, or a soft drink or water, for only €3 (£2.50) or with wine €4 (£3.30). Well of course it would have been rude not to, needless to say, I drove to the event, whilst Shazza ‘volunteered’ to be the duty driver on the return journey 🤗 I doubt any of the medical experts would have considered it to have been a healthy event though 🥴😂

The following day Shazza asked whether I would be interested in going to a ‘Farmer’s Market’ but, as you very well know by now, Shazza ‘asking’ does not necessarily mean that it is a ‘question’ or one which she requires me to give any sort of a response to, in either the positive or negative form. Now we have never been to this particular ‘monthly market’ before, she informed me that all she knew was that it was held on an actual farm, located in our neighbouring Province of ‘Cadiz’, just around a half hour’s drive away. Now I am no expert in the agricultural produce field, or in any other field when it comes down to it, so my curiosity was raised, I mean how different can a vegetable that is grown in one Province of Spain, be any different to that grown in another Province of Spain, and especially as on this occasion we were only talking about a distance of 30Km 🤷‍♂️

It was another lovely, bright, warm and sunny morning when we left home and we found the location of the ‘Farmers Market’ without any problem, the field we were directed to park the car in was a short distance from where the actual stalls were set up and, although parts were still pretty soggy from recent weather events, it was already pretty much full, but we managed to find a patch of grass that didn’t look as if it would present us with any problems in getting back out again, and if we did, I consoled myself with the thought that it was a farm after all, and farms have tractors 🚜

It was a short walk to the area where the stalls were set up, but there were not that many stalls, no more than a dozen at most, and the stallholders were not selling produce from just the farm itself, if at all, but appeared to be local producers, selling everything from the expected fruit and vegetables to a small business that produced what are called ‘Super Foods’ grown using ‘Hydroponics’, other’s selling everything from natural honey, home-baked Sour Dough breads and vegan cakes, wax candles and naturally scented soaps, hand-made cork fruit bowls, it became immediately obvious that this was not, by definition at least, purely farm produce, however, what did become obvious, and probably the reason for Shazza actually want to come to this particular market, was that the majority of the produce for sale was ‘Plant Based’ and many advertised as being ‘Vegan’, which also immediately blew any chance of me getting a proper ‘Burger’ from the mobile van that was also in attendance, yup, that too was ‘Vegan’ or ‘Plant Based’ ☹️ Come on now, what self-respecting farm would not at least be able to offer a Beef product, or a hot Pork Roll and, I have to be totally honest here, other than the Avocado’s that were at least three times larger in size than I had ever seen in a Supermarket or Fruiterias, everything else looked pretty much the same as I had seen it on a shelf anywhere else 🤷‍♂️ Perhaps they should have been totally up front and advertised it as a ‘Vegan Produce Market’. However, and I am sure you would not expect otherwise, Shazza did buy some giant Avocados and a container of ‘Hydroponic’ something or other, she obviously thought that it would have been rude not to. I don’t think we spent any longer than half an hour at the market and Shazza had already decided that we probably would not be attending again, you can imagine my disappointment upon hearing this news 🤭 We had no problems getting out of the car park, no tractor’s required and we made our way back home to deposit Shazza’s selected treasures.

Not wanting to waste the rest of the lovely day, we decided a walk would be in order and, as it was a Sunday, and the first ‘Official’ day of Summer, and as all the local’s and tourist’s would be out enjoying the weather, and the Spanish do like to enjoy a long Sunday lunch, we thought it would be nice to also enjoy the ambience amongst them. It would also be our 18th Wedding Anniversary, the following day, but Monday’s are usually very quiet with very little, if any, ambience, so although we do not usually celebrate such events, we decided that that afternoon we would partake of a nice celebratory and more formal lunch than we normally would, we selected an Italian Restaurant in the Marina. It was nice, busy but not crowded, nice table linen and, proper linen napkins, which always adds a few Euro’s on to the bill 🤭 We have been here on numerous occasions but we had not used this particular establishment since last August, so it did feel like more of a special occasion. We enjoyed our celebratory lunch overlooking the marina moorings, I observed how full the boat moorings are now looking, many having being placed back in the water after their winter in the nearby hardstanding storage area, their are a still a few empty moorings but not many, all of the restaurants were busy, the formal and less formal one’s, the Cafe/Bars were full and there were a fair amount of people just sauntering around, looking at the boats, the fish and of course the bling and fake designer products on display from the ‘Looky Looky’ men, ‘everything cheap, Asda price’ they would call out with big grins on their faces. We took a slow leisurely walk back to the car, the majority of the Chiringuito’s are now open, each establishment having their sunbeds and parasols laid out in neat rows, the wooden boardwalks are now on the sand and the only thing left, visually, to declare the Tourist Season well and truly open, are the placing of the yellow marker buoys just off the beach to delineate the swimming areas and beach toy launching areas. Their are elements of the busy tourist season that we both dislike, but initially, after the much quieter Winter period, their are elements of it that we actually like too and, although our local area is an ‘Open All Year’ location, at this time of the year it does feel as though it is beginning to come alive again and will offer us so many ‘People Watching’ opportunities to while away the hour’s on the beach, or whilst sat enjoying an Anti-Covid Vaccine, or perhaps a few more 😉

But right now, we have just nine days before we depart on our own trip, with a few days to do some sightseeing on our way up through Spain before we catch our ferry to the UK, by the time we return, which will be nearly a month that we would have been away, this place will probably be buzzing with activity, the beaches will be full, there will be no just walking into a Cafe/Bar/Restaurant without having first made a reservation, something we tend not to do, so we will just take ‘pot luck’ at where we can eat. The temperatures should be well into the higher end of the twenty somethings and so we will be adopting our Summer schedule, mornings around our own communal pool, afternoons in the shade, perhaps a few days down on our favourite stretch of beach and Dinners in the slightly cooler evenings. All doors and windows open throughout the day and night, yes, we haven’t even started our trip back to the UK yet, but we are already looking forward to coming back home 🤭

Until perhaps the next time, if or whenever that may be 🤔

Hasta Luego mi Amigos, La Vida Es Buena

Since my last ramble we have found ourselves confined to barracks on more occasions than we have actually had opportunities to get out which, apart from being very unusual for us, is also not something you would generally experience in this part of Spain, even at this time of the year. However, as always you will not hear me complaining as the excessive amount of rainfall has at last been re-filling ‘all’ of the Embalces (Reservoirs) within both our Region and Province, with our own local Embalce, La Concepcion, now at 87% of its capacity, effectively ending the ‘Severe’ drought conditions in the majority of areas, although I do have to say, not all, well not as yet at least, but there is apparently another storm on its way 😲 So, due to the weather conditions, which have extended now into our third week, there has been very little for me to actually ramble on about which, as you may well imagine, for me personally, has been extremely frustrating, as it has felt as though I have had a compulsory ‘Gagging Order’ forcibly placed upon me, although as you will soon discover, ‘Where there’s a will, there’s a way’, as the saying goes 🤭

Now it hasn’t been completely all ‘Solitary Confinement’, there have been the odd couple of hour’s during some of those particularly wet days when we had put our trust in the ‘Forrest Gump Principle’ of weather forecasting, rather than the more usual ‘Works of Fiction’ methodology which, as you well know by now, is rarely to be believed. So although those escape to freedom occasions have been somewhat severely limited, there have been occasions when we made a brief dash for some fresh air and to exercise the leg muscles. Some of which proved to be a good decision although, perhaps upon a little bit of hindsight, many of them had proved not to be such wise choices and where it would have made a lot more sense, during such escapes, to have transported ourselves in ‘Kevin the Kayak’, as opposed to using the car, I can tell you now with complete confidence that the manufactures that advertise ‘All Weather Tyres’ should be investigated for misrepresentation as they offer no traction whatsoever on fast flowing river roads 😂

On one such jail break we managed to escape as far as our local town but, literally just as we arrived, well let’s just say that things turned a little soggy again and we had to make a rather hasty dash for cover to a Cafe/Bar in a Plaza, not one of our more usual haunts, this one was located in a Plaza that separates the lower level seafront promenade from the main upper area shopping streets, it was the shops that we were more interested in getting to on this particular day. It ended up being a rather cozy affair as the rather disheveled canopy outside the very small Cafe/Bar provided very little in the way of protection from the elements. We had been fortunate enough to get a table in the centre although, as the deluge intensified, encroaching under the now almost useless overhead canvas and from all sides, our fellow customers, all six of them, kept inching closer to us in the centre so that eventually it was more akin to a meeting of the local Alcoholic Anonymous group, which, looking at the majority of the selected choices of beverage, was probably not far from the truth but of course I was assured the large brandy’s, that accompanied the small coffee’s, were purely for medicinal purposes only 🤭 Before it got to the stage where we would have had them sat on our knees, the people, not the Coffee and Brandy, Shazza decided to leave me with our new found Spanish friends whilst she swam to the ‘Fruiterias’, answers on the back of a postage stamp if you can guess what ‘food group’ products she again needed to purchase, and if any of you offer the suggestion of a pack of bacon, Iberico ham or sausages, then you can all go and sit on the naughty step right now 😂 There was of course no guarantee that I would have been in the same place that she had left me, when, or if, she ever managed to safely return herself, as the only thing stopping the plastic seat from floating away was my weight on it, although on a positive note, had it have floated away with me on it, then it may then at least have resembled more of a riverboat cruise, me clinging on to my glass of Anti-Covid Vaccine in one hand whilst hanging on for dear life to the arm of the plastic seat with the other, with of course my new found Spanish friends in hot pursuit behind me heading down to the seafront, with the strong possibility being that the next Port of call could probably have been Italy, or then again, for any onlookers, it could have been a re-make of some of the final scenes from the blockbuster film, ‘Titanic’ 😂

One chap, in our small but intimate group, although conversing in Spanish, I could tell, from his accent, that he was from the Netherlands. So I got into a conversation with him, as living in the Netherlands myself, many year’s ago now, I was interested in knowing which part he originally hailed from. Anyway, after that initial and brief introductory conversation we continued our chat, as you do, it would have been rude not to, although at that point we reverted to the use of the more widely used International language, much to my relief 🤭 Our conversation varied from topic to topic, covering the whole spectrum from putting the world to rights, and the usual popular starting gambit, which you can perhaps guess what that was, given the ‘current’ meteorological situation here 😉 Then we moved on to all of the other usual stuff, the state of the world in general, politics, immigration, global conflicts etc. etc. and then the one we both unanimously agreed upon, the good and extremely economic lifestyle that we enjoy here in Spain, albeit the climate subject took less of a front seat position in that conversation on this occasion. However, it appeared that in comparison to both of our previous home countries, the majority of ‘Expats’ that you speak to over here, irrespective of Nationality, does not have a good word to say about their ‘home’ country and the reasons are all pretty similar, Politics, Economic, Crime, Personal Safety, Living Standards, Illegal Immigration……….🤷‍♂️ So I am coming to realise that actually, it isn’t just the UK where people are getting disillusioned, which when you come to think about it, is seriously quite worrying really as the feeling of discontent is pretty widespread it would appear. The other main topic we discussed was, the so called ‘Anti-Tourist’ rhetoric, that as you know by now, as I keep telling you, is constantly in the ‘British’ media, but I was surprised to discover that it is much the same in the Netherlands media too, in those that are pretty much the equivalent to our British ‘red top’ media publications. However, Spain is not exempt either as our discussions eventually brought the subject around to the ‘mixed messaging’ that is being sent out by the Spanish themselves, no wonder it can be very confusing for those who wish to visit here, and why many ‘may’ elect to holiday elsewhere or are even reluctant to now consider buying a holiday home here in Spain 🤷‍♂️

Now to put this into some sort of context for you, without making it too complicated, it is perhaps best if I just remind you of the way the Government system works here in Spain.

Government in Spain is divided into three levels, the State itself, then the Regions or ‘Autonomous Communities’, then the local Municipalities. These three levels of Spanish Governmental Bureaucracy are not hierarchical, meaning there is no supremacy or primacy of one over the other, but rather they are separately defined by their jurisdictional powers.

The ‘State’ Government comprises of a number of parties, a ‘Coalition’ which, generally speaking, all tend to disagree on most things, making it difficult to actually get anything done here, or at least, not very quickly. The country does have a Prime Minister, but Spain also has 17 ‘Autonomous’ Regions and 2 ‘Autonomous’ Cities, Ceuta and Melilla (Northern tip of Africa). So these Autonomous Regions do have their own political leader’s (Junta’s) who have Judicial powers to basically do their own thing in their own Region, which is sometimes (read that as ‘often’) contrary, or in direct conflict, with that of the ‘State’ 🫣 Then, within each Region there are Municipalities, or depending on their size, groups of small Municipalities, which have Mayor’s, who also have their own Judicial powers to do their own thing 🫣🤷‍♂️ Anyway, don’t worry too much about absorbing all of that, as I will provide some assistance with the exam questions at the end of the ramble 😂 But now, if you have a basic understanding of how it works, then can you explain it to me please 🤷‍♂️ But basically you will perhaps understand why a lot of things over here can be different in one area of Spain to what they are in another, and which brings me, finally, to the main point for all of that explanation which, believe it or not, goes back to the subject of ‘Anti-Tourism’ rhetoric.

Recently, the Prime Minister of Spain (Central Government) announced certain restrictions on people coming to Spain from outside of the EU, new laws on such things as Administrative requirements, tourist tax, to new restrictions on those wishing to purchase a property here. Basically sending out a message that says, ‘Spain is going to make it more complicated for you to come here’, but that is not a message that many Regional or Municipal leaders agree with, so some of them are sending out their own message. Enter stage left our own local Mayor………………..

Now let me say firstly that he does genuinely appear to be a really nice guy and someone who can be seen out and about quite regularly in both ‘Manilva’, where our actual town hall is located, and down here in ‘Sabinillas’, and without any pomp and glory or media reporters hanging on to his coat tails. Although he has much less ‘funds’ than his counterparts in places like Estepona, Marbella etc. there is some evidence of the improvements that he is attempting to make in the area, on a public level and he is a keen supporter of the large multi-cultural population that lives in his catchment area. Anyway, in a recent local media interview he made a number of statements about the area and I specifically selected this one……..

Hang on a minute 🤔 Holiday destination (Tourists ?), Second Homes (Temporary Visitor’s purchasing properties ?) is that not in contradiction of the message that Central Government has been issuing to ‘pacify’ the complaints of all the local Spanish ‘Protestors’ 🤔 Of course, our Mayor, made no reference in that statement for it being only specifically directed to those ‘visitors’ coming from within EU countries and to not those from outside of the EU so, was that a deliberate omission to give him some ‘wiggle room’ if questioned about it, from either Central Government, or from the local business that rely so much on the income from ‘Tourism’ 🤷‍♂️ But, as always in ‘Politics’, it is often what they ‘Don’t Say’ as opposed to what they actually ‘Do Say’, that can be equally as important, or is that just me, with my typically cynical head on again, although I am certain that ‘The Truth Is Out There, Somewhere’, just don’t expect it to come from a Politician because we already know the answer to the question of, “How do you know when a Politician is lying ?” 🤔 And the answer of course is, “Their Lips Move” 😂

Shazza did finally return from her ‘Farmers Weekly Meeting’, in which it seems she was presented with a wide selection of nature’s fresh ‘Plant Based’ produce 🤭 She had timed it perfectly, just as the wet stuff took a pause in proceedings, allowing us sufficient time to get to our favourite Spanish Cafe/Bar where we enjoyed a very pleasant Tapas lunch, after which, we just about made it back to our submarine, moored in what had once been a car park, before the heavens opened once again. We got home, put on the kettle and made nice hot steaming mugs of brick-builder’s tea and sat and recounted what a decent few hours we had had, some much needed fresh air, a bit of exercise, re-stocked with a few provisions, made some new friends, had a very nice lunch and as a bonus, I also managed to get two doses of Anti-Covid Vaccines 🍷🍷, what more could you want out of life 🤷‍♂️

As for the next few days it was just a matter of ‘Rinse and Repeat’, we spent more time indoors than out, but did manage the odd hour or two getting a walk in. On one Sunday we only managed to drive to our usual car park before the noise on the roof told us that common sense dictated that it would be pointless getting out of the car, but as we rarely adopt the use of ‘Common-Sense’ we got out and ran to a Restaurant just around the corner, we knew it also had a small Cafe/Bar at the front of house so we enjoyed a coffee, hoping that the rain would stop and we may manage to get a walk. The rain didn’t let up, so we did what we had to do, we both ordered a glass of ‘Vermut’, the proper Spanish variety not the tourist one. Now we have often passed this Restaurant and always said we would try it out, but never have, we noted whilst we were glancing around that all the tables inside the actual Restaurant part had reserved signs on them, a sure sign that it was a very popular place to come and eat. The lady owner was very friendly and made us feel very welcome so we made the decision there and then to book a table for lunch on the following Sunday, well it would have been rude not to.

Somewhat surprisingly, although we did not get one full day without a period of the wet stuff, in one form or another, we managed to use the next three days to good effect, continuing to use the ‘Forrest Gump Principle’, and so our periods of confinement were not elongated. Although that changed after that third day but not for the better, but by then we were ready for a break from our daily exercise, lunches and Anti-Covid Vaccine routines, and so we were quite happy to just sit and watch the storm clouds as they passed overhead, depositing their watery cargo as they did so. Shazza pottered, as is her way when confined to barracks, unfortunately it also provides her with time to plan newer ‘Plant Based’ meals to keep us both healthy 🙄whilst I sit trying to recall what a hog roast and crispy pork crackling used to taste like, or a good old-fashioned Full English Fry Up, or mixed-grill platter 😋😋😋

Within the last few days, some of the local Embalces had actually reached their maximum capacity and had overflowed, causing the rivers they flowed into to burst their banks, flooding land and roads in the local communities that surrounded them, the relentless deluges of rainfall have seen some serious landslides, one which has blocked the main route from Ronda in the mountains, down to Marbella on the coast, and which will not be repaired or re-opened before August 😲 Our Embalse keeps getting water released, in a controlled manner, for safety reasons, so that the same thing does not happen, so I doubt that we will actually see it reach its full capacity any time soon and perhaps we should be grateful for that.

I do have to say that the local council work tirelessly to clean up the beaches, although right now it must feel like a fools-errand as after each storm, combined with the strong winds and high tidal events, they look just as bad again 🤷‍♂️ However, the tourists that will flock here in their masses, starting in only a few weeks time, will of course expect the usual pristine sandy beaches when they arrive for their holiday breaks, so the repetitive clean ups go on, on a daily basis, those workers must wake up each day feeling like it’s another ‘Groundhog Day’ 🙄

On our walks along the sea front we see uprooted tree trunks that have been washed down the storm drains and rivers into the sea, then carried back up onto the beaches on the incoming tides. In the past we have witnessed the locals come out with their wheel-barrows and chainsaws, cutting these trees into more manageable loads to cart off and dry, ready for next Winter’s fuel supply for their wood burning stoves. It reminded me of similar events along the Canals and Rivers in the UK, where the Canal & Rivers Trust, who are the Agency responsible for maintaining the majority of the UK waterways, would chop down overhanging, or storm damaged, trees and then leave the wood piles on the sides of the towpaths, and near locks, for the boaters, who would refer to these free supplies of fuel as ‘Boater’s Gold’.

I realise of course that such events, even wildfires during the Summer months and even prolonged droughts, are not confined to just here in Spain as they, and lots of other ‘natural disasters’ happen, and continue to happen, all over the world and each are equally as devastating for the victims and their families. However, until we started to come to Spain on a more regular basis, and now actually living here, these global incidents were only ever something that we read about in the newspapers, or watched on the news on our tv screens, in the safety and comfort of our home and they were always happening to someone else and not us. But now, whilst fortunately we have not, as yet, become a direct victim to any of these disasters, they are happening on a much more ‘frequent basis’ and quite literally right on our doorstep, so they somehow feel much more real than they once did. Even planning a day trip, or longer, requires checking the weather status, wildfire risk areas, flood warnings and road and bridge closures first, before even venturing out, not something we ever really did in any great detail before, not even during our nomadic motor-homing travels. The world appears to be changing at such a fast pace, the climatic changes seem so vastly variable and appear much more destructive than they ever were, or is that just me and yet another sign of my ageing status, was I more care-free and not so risk averse when I was younger 🤷‍♂️ I guess in one respect I am hoping that it is just me getting older and more cautious, for if it isn’t, then what the future wrath of nature’s vengeance has in store for us all, is probably a much more frightening prospect 😲🫣

The gale force wind rattled the outer window shutters in the bedroom, the force of the rain hitting them was almost deafening and the deep prolonged rumbles of thunder made me feel glad to be secure and tucked up warm under the duvet. Any dreams, or desires, to be on my ‘Bering 65’ Luxury Motor Yacht had certainly diminished very quickly, it was bad enough on terra firma in a Motorhome in these conditions, so who in their right mind would want be rolling around on waves as big as a two-storey building, or bigger, which then suddenly changed my thoughts to our impending ferry journey across the notoriously rough ‘Bay of Biscay’ in around three weeks time 😲 Hopefully, all the storms would have blown themselves out by then 🙏 Shazza hadn’t stirred when I crept into the bedroom at around 1am, she had retired to bed well before the worst of the storm had hit, whilst I sat and watched the bright forked flashes of lightning light up the skyline and watched the palm trees thrashing wildly to and fro, but I was up again at 3am, which is unlike me, once asleep I don’t usually awake again until around 7am. Perhaps it was something in my sub-conscious mind for I felt the need to go and check whether the combined forces of the wind and rain had encroached into our balcony once again. It had only ever done it the once, just a few weeks ago, and to be honest, it wasn’t as if I could have done anything about it anyway if it had, it would have run down the floor to a drain so there was no fear of the water level rising and seeping into the living room, but something had woken me up and made me go and check it anyway 🤷‍♂️ As it was, no water had leaked in through the French Window style doors on this occasion, although the wind whistled through the deteriorating rubber seals, a replacement job which was way down on my list of DIY tasks, a list which only ever gets longer, never shorter, but perhaps I will get around to doing some of them maybe tomorrow, or the next day, or more likely when I get around to phoning the man that will do them right and at the first time of asking 🤭

Anyway, I guess I should stop my rambling now for the content of these recent one’s must be beginning to feel, for you my readers, a bit like having your own ‘Groundhog Day’ 😂 But hey, don’t blame me, I can only work with the material I am provided with, perhaps the weather, like my list of DIY tasks, will improve tomorrow, or maybe the next day. There is a weather man that I could phone, but considering that he has had a faulty crystal ball for some time now, and which still remains faulty, I think his DIY skills are probably about as proficient as my own, so phoning him for any assistance is perhaps a non-starter too 🤔

So, until the next time my friends, wherever you may be in the world, here’s hoping that you are experiencing better weather conditions than we are here in our little corner of Southern Spain at this moment in time 👍

Hasta Luego mi Amigos, La Vida Es Buena

I finished mopping up the water from the balcony floor from where the heavy downpours, aided by the extremely strong winds, had forced their way in through the bottom of the French windows, this had been the very first occasion that we had experienced this watery invasion on the inside of our home 😲 At one point the streams of water on the balcony floor had flowed like small streams, fortunately, the floor slopes a little, down to a drainage grate on the floor, so there was no actual risk of the water accumulating to any serious level, so there would be no need for me to sit with my snorkelling gear on, flippers, wet suit, mask and snorkel although, that humorous thought had actually crossed my mind, but only so that I could watch the reaction on people’s faces as they looked up from their car windows as they passed by below 😂 ‘Little things please little minds’ I could hear my mother saying 🤭 In truth however, there were not really too many cars or pedestrians passing by, no sensible person would be out in this weather unless they really had to, how glad we are, not to have a dog to walk 😲

It seems a little strange when we think that it had only been ten days or so since we returned from our sunny and very warm day trip to ‘Vejer’, it really does feel very much longer. We have not been confined to barracks for that full period of time though, unlike some other’s who live not that far from our location, for there has been the odd break in the weather, just enough to allow us to get out for a walk and, on another half a day, to get out for a very welcome lunch, there are only so many healthy ‘Plant Based’ meals that one man can tolerate 🤭 However, for the majority of the time there has been a mixture of both light and heavy rain, dispersed with some shorter brighter periods, but in the main it has been ‘extremely wet’, with no sunshine able to penetrate the thick black storm rainfilled clouds. Shazza and I agreed that we certainly would not have enjoyed being stuck in our Motorhome in these current elongated period of sogginess, with no sunshine for our solar panels to provide us with energy for our leisure batteries, unless of course we had done the sensible thing and retreated to a campsite but, even then we would not have been protected from the deafening sound of the rain as it hammered onto the thin plastic roof and sides of the van, the van rocking violently in the gale force winds, and we certainly would not have enjoyed having to go outside every few days to empty the toilet cassette or re-fill the fresh water tank, no, it is periods like this when we are grateful for being in more solidly structured accommodation, with a lot more of life’s convenient luxuries on tap as it were, although, strangely enough, occasionally we can still put on our rose tinted glasses when we miss those days 🙄 then the heavens open up again and knock them off !!

So, as you may well imagine, although we have not been doing very much, and I should not really have very much to ramble on about, fortunately, for you my reader’s that is 🤭 it has given me lots of time to sit and catch up on what is happening in the wider world, outside of our own little bubble, and of course put my own perspective on a ‘few’ of those things so, if you are sitting comfortably, I will begin 😂

I am sure the term ‘Mediterranean Diet’ will be a familiar one to most of you, the link between a temperate all year round climate, vast expanse diet of fresh fruit and vegetables, nuts, olive oil combined with a stress free and slow pace of life etc. of course these being just some of the main reasons for why many of those who reside permanently in such regions live longer and much healthier lives. Well okay, that is the picture that is usually painted, but is it actually the reality 🤔 Now some of you may already be thinking ‘Here he goes again’, banging the drum yet again about a ‘Plant Based’ dietary regime 🥱🥱🥱 Well actually, in this ramble at least, you can be reassured that this is not going to be the case, no, what follows are my ‘opinions’ and ‘observations’ created by a publication in a recent news article that I read in a local Spanish Media publication.

You will perhaps recall, if you were paying attention that is, that in my last ramble I mentioned, although more intended as a bit of a ‘tongue in cheek’ comment really, of how Shazza and I spend some of our time, when we are sat enjoying our morning coffee’s, being the ‘Body Beautiful Police’ 🤭 So I can say that I have no arguments with the precept of this article, for our own observations do actually reflect that the article heading is quite an accurate statement of fact, although I am pretty certain from evidence accrued on past road trips within Spain, that this extends to beyond our own Malaga Province. However what I took issue with is this, the article referred to ‘Obesity’ now being considered medically as a ‘disease’ which creates both a medical and mental health condition. This article, prompted by a report actually stated that ‘Obesity’ increased dramatically primarily due to the Covid Pandemic 🤷‍♂️ Which may well be true, but were the publishers of said report not taking any notice of the Obesity issues ‘prior’ to the Pandemic I wonder 🤔 Anyway, as a consequence of what they are now labelling a ‘disease’, it would appear that they are now treating this ‘obesity disease’ with ‘surgery’ and ‘medications’ before any other options. Personally speaking, I cannot understand how individuals ‘voluntarily’ eating or drinking too much of the ‘bad stuff’, can actually be considered as a medical disease when Obesity is something that is within our own personal control. I am sure we all know by now what is good for us, and by default, what is not, dietary wise, don’t we 🤷‍♂️ So, if we know what sort of stuff we are consuming (Food and Drink) is responsible for piling on the fat and, as an obvious consequence, excess weight, then surely do we really require a medical professional, dietician or nutritionist to provide us with the solution to reduce or stop it. now I am not speaking as a ‘Fatist’, or even as someone with a super models figure, or even as someone who has any real dietary discipline myself. I am already aware that even I could certainly afford to shed another Kilo or two. However, I also know what my dietary and drink related weak temptation areas are, and yes, I even have to confess that perhaps I have too many of them 🤭 But I also know that it is up to me, if I choose to, to find the personal ‘discipline’ to do something about it, I certainly don’t need to waste a doctor’s time, especially as I already have an early warning mechanism in place, no not the bathroom scales, they lie anyway 😂 no, my clothes are all I need to tell me that I am perhaps putting on a few too many pounds and that perhaps I need to consider doing something about it, or not as the case may be 🤷‍♂️ But seriously, have we actually got to the point where Doctor’s are not permitted as medical professionals to tell a person that they are overweight or indeed fat or obese. There are differences between being overweight, fat, obese and even morbidly obese, these conditions do not actually mean that you have a ‘medical disease’, unless of course in some rare circumstances, outwith your control, medically you do. So should the first course of medical intervention not be ‘Surgery’ or ‘Medications’ but straightforward dietary advice 🤷‍♂️ Can you imagine just at how many medical appointment slots could become available to those who are actually in more real urgent need of them 🙄 How many hospital beds could suddenly become available if people were told no, we will not perform ‘Gastric Band’ surgeries or ‘Liposuction’ procedures on you, just stop eating crap and abusing your vital body organs !! Anyway enough of that, I have had my rant 🤭 Although, ‘Those in glass houses should not throw stones’, now where have I read that before 🤔 Anyway, if you keep reading, you will see a perfect example of what I have just been spouting on about when you see what I had served on my ‘Menu del Dia’ lunch a few days later in relation to my own obvious lack of any personal discipline 🙄

However, enough whinging Eric, to something more positive and perhaps sometimes, just sometimes mind you, the Spanish Authorities can also do some brave stuff that deserves a pat on the back, things that, once again personally speaking, I believe is a simple and effective solution to the problems they appear to be having in a lot of schools, in a lot of countries these days. Although I am rather hoping that this new rule extended to beyond just the pupils and included the teaching staff too, although their was no clarification on that in this particular media article 🤔

And, whilst I am still finding myself on a more positive note, during this rather extended and less than cheery wet weather period, something else for the Spanish Education Authorities to be proud of themselves for……………….

Another difference that we do witness over here, compared to the UK, is that parents do actually discipline their children, even in public, when they misbehave, have tantrums and even if they are disrespectful to other’s, although I have to qualify that statement with the fact that it is actually a very rare occurrence to see in public, but only because, unlike what we have often not witnessed in the UK, there is still respect towards adults by the younger generation, especially towards the more elderly generation which, for reasons that I won’t expand on, I am particularly pleased to see 😂 In the UK, even shouting loudly at a child in public is a reportable offence, slapping a child on the hand, or back of the legs, is considered to be child abuse, which can and has resulted in hefty fines to parents, imprisonment and can even result in having children removed from the family home and put into protective custody 😲 Don’t get me wrong, like everything, I believe that there should be limits, especially in respect to the severity of ‘discipline’ that a Parent or even person’s in authority (Teacher’s, Police, Social Worker’s etc.) can initiate on a child, a level that can be considered reasonable in the circumstances, whilst there also being levels that are considered both disproportionate and unacceptable, we should all know the difference shouldn’t we 🤔 So, back to the news article, taking a day of the academic year to teach children about peace, tolerance and respect I think is very commendable. If only there was a way to get Adults to attend such a day’s lesson each year, more so, Politicians and Religious Leader’s 🤔

Now I will take a break here for a Public Information announcement, well for driver’s at least, but note that this does not just apply to drivers of Spanish registered vehicles but to all driver’s who bring their vehicles onto Spanish roads. This new law comes into effect on 1st January 2026. Please note that there are several designs, not just the example shown in the photograph below, the majority have a flat magnetic base that attaches to the roof of the vehicle and are small enough to keep in a glove box.

Okay, so back to the here and now in our lives and what have we actually been up to since my last ramble 🤔 As you may imagine, from the introductory paragraphs of this ramble, not a lot to be truthful, as you may recall I left you, in the previous ramble, with the news that the ‘Works of Fiction’, bless there little cotton socks, had forecast that we were going to get ten consecutive days of rain, which has now been extended to over fourteen days 😲 to a mixture of heavy and light rain, with periods of thunder and lightning and so we had ‘Kevin’ the Kayak on stand-by. We prepared ourselves, well physcologically at least, for a long period of confinement and potential cabin fever, Shazza got an Amber flood alert notification on her mobile phone, although for some reason I didn’t receive one on mine 🤷‍♂️ So I could only conclude that whilst ‘she’ was at risk of drowning in a flood, the powers that be, whoever they may be, thought me worthy of saving, perhaps because they believed that she was single-handedly guilty of over plundering natures vegetable, fruit and spice resources, whereas, I deserved a reprieve, to enable me to sample more of the world’s other gastronomic temptations for a little longer, until I perhaps finally contracted ‘Obesity Disease’ 😂

Now there has been a lot of rain, and yes there have been lots of floods again, in some areas, although nowhere near as devastating as last year’s Valencian disaster but, at this particular moment in time, as I continue with this ramble, we are into day 10 of that fourteen day period so who knows how much worse it could get 🤷‍♂️ But within our local area, well the Province of Malaga as a whole, which includes not just the long stretch of Costa del Sol coastline, but also the inland mountainous areas too, there must have been a lot of rain as the last time I mentioned the levels in our particular Embalce (Reservoir), the level of the water capacity in it was around 70%, which even then was certainly a lot more than there had been at the same time the previous year, but now the water capacity is at a little over 82%, the highest it has been since 2023 and, in comparison to this same time last year when it only contained 17.41(hm3) of water, it now currently stands at 47.33(hm3) 🤗

Whilst this is obviously good news, there were periods when, personally speaking, we could have done without some of it. After the first three days of rain and no sunshine, on the fourth, but still with thick grey leaden sky, that threatened to burst open at any minute, strong winds that had battalions of white mained stallions racing landwards from the sea, we decided, after having had an early lunch, to risk going out for a walk. We got wrapped up, more against the strong wind than the cold, although it was still only 14 degrees(c) outside which, for us, is still chilly after our previous week of it being in the low twenty somethings, but wearing three layers is still a bit unusual here, but to us, it looked a lot worse than it actually was, in the end though we ended up walking with our rain jackets unzipped.

We had planned on walking to the opposite end of the town to the river boundary, to stand on the bridge, just to see if the river had carved a passage down the beach to meet the incoming tide, if it had then this is where the risk of flooding becomes more likely for our town. However, as we got closer we felt the first few drops of rain, as we looked out to sea we could see that the sky over the horizon had turned from dark grey to black, the storm was definitely on its way and we needed to find shelter, sooner rather than later 😲 Although most of the Cafe/Bars along the seafront had closed, which told their own story on what was to come, fortunately, our other favourite Cafe/Bar in the Plaza was open, although for obvious reasons there were no outside tables or chairs. It was quite full and lively inside, it was still the Spanish lunchtime period and the smell of the food was delicious, we have eaten here on a number of occasions, generally Tapa’s, but most of the customers, who covered all the age generations, appeared to be having the three-course ‘Menu del Dia’, which at €13 (£11), including a drink, is excellent value. As we had already eaten we just settled for a drink, Shazza ordered a small beer and I of course selected my usual Anti-Covid Vaccine 🍷 purely for medicinal reasons you understand, especially on day’s like these.

We agreed that when we came here next we would try the ‘Menu del Dia’ ourselves instead of our more usual Tapa’s selections. I had been keeping an eye on the weather outside, even if we walked at a fast pace it would take us a good thirty minutes to get back to the car, but the rain appeared to have stopped, although it was still very dark and threatening outside, but we decided to make a dash for it.

It was as if the storm had been waiting to ambush us, for as soon as we got back on to the seafront promenade the heavens opened up on us, with the strength of the wind making sure that each raindrop smashed into our faces, my cap offered little protection although it did remain firmly on my head. Had we have waited in the Cafe/Bar just a little longer we would have still been dry, and I could have enjoyed another glass, or perhaps even a couple of bottles, because had we have done so, and with the storm not letting up, we could have been there all night, a missed opportunity in my books but Shazza had a different opinion 🤭

By the time we reached the car we were sodden through, our denim jeans feeling twice there normal weight, water running down Shazza’s face as she had not worn a hat and had no hood on her rain jacket, we just looked at each other, like drowned rats, “At least we got out for a walk” Shazza said, with a small almost apologetic smile on her face, for it had been her idea to come out in the first place. “Actually, I quite enjoyed it” I replied, ‘Did you, really, or are you just saying that to make me feel less guilty ?” She asked inquisitively, “No, I really enjoyed the fresh air and the walk” I insisted, “And your glass of wine”, she said with a wry smile on her face, “Oh, and that too” I said, with a chuckle. It only took a couple of minutes to get back up the hill to the protection of our sanctuary, and whilst Shazza got out the drying rack and hung our wet clothes on it, I turned on the warm air heater on full blast, it would warm the place up in no time, then I got a lovely hot shower. Whilst Shazza got her shower I made us both a hot strong mug of tea, she curled up on the sofa with her ‘Kindle’ and I sat in my chair on the balcony and watched the heavy rain, like anywhere in this sort of weather, it looked bleak and unwelcoming outside, but inside, we were safe, warm and dry.

That evening, after dinner and whilst we were sat watching something or other on the TV, Shazza says, “What does the forecast say for tomorrow ?”, “I haven’t looked, it’s a waste of time they rarely get it right so I will just apply the Forrest Gump Principle”, I replied. ‘The what ?” she asked inquisitively, “You don’t know what your going to get until you open the shutters and look out of the window”, I replied, “Probably the best idea” she said, then we continued watching the TV, it was a ‘You Tube’ sailing vlog, they were in a 51ft motor yacht skirting the Northern coastline of Spain but had to take shelter from a storm for a few days, we felt like kindred spirits, although, unlike them, at least one of us would not have to be on anchor watch throughout the night.

The following morning when I got up, the pavement and roads were wet, although it was not currently raining, the sky was still a very dark grey. When I took Shazza her coffee through to the bedroom I gave her the latest Forrest Gump report, “Shall we just go and do some shopping” she said, “Well it will get us out I suppose” I replied, less than enthusiastically. So that was what we did, nothing else, just the shopping, then home again, a spot of lunch and then we both just passed another day, Shazza pottering as she does, unlike me, who can find plenty to do on my iPad, watching ‘You Tube’ Vlogs and chatting with different people via different Social Media channels, or just sat, deep in thought about various different, mainly irrelevant and unimportant things. Shazza on the other hand cannot sit still for long periods so quite often, out of the corner of my eye, I see her disappear into the kitchen, or the bedroom, then back into the room, I have no idea what she is doing, I don’t ask, I know she is happy in her own space with her own thoughts and I am happy in mine. We have spent the last twelve years living in very close proximity with each other, you cannot get much more togetherness than in a 6 metre long Motorhome 😲 So we have spent twenty-four hours of each and every day over those last twelve years, more or less joined at the hip, prior to that, we both had separate very busy careers where, some weeks we may not have seen each other for several days, as my job then often involved travelling around the country, so now, these rare, brief moments of silence and solitude just doing our own thing, we can and do appreciate a little more, rather than consider them, as some may, as a negative or declining aspect of our twenty year’s of being together.

By the following morning it was getting to feel a lot like ‘Groundhog Day’, whilst I am happy to spend a couple of days confined to barracks, by the third day I can feel Cabin Fever starting to creep in, and I didn’t count the short drive to do the shopping the previous day as actually getting out. Shazza usually doesn’t even manage that long, but I think that with the initial expectation of being confined, for what could have been ten or more consecutive days, but then getting the opportunity to get out, she was actually not doing too bad.

The Forrest Gump report was much the same as it had been, although if I am honest, it did look a little brighter outside, or that could have just been me trying to convince myself that it was 🤷‍♂️ Anyway, on reading the local media that morning, it was not looking good again, weather wise, the initial ten day forecast of rain had been extended. We have never, during the last ten years of coming here, experienced such a long period of ‘forecasted’ wet weather, at most it has never extended beyond four consecutive days and that included the Winter when our town suffered serious flooding. Even though this current period, in our own particular local area at least, it had not rained every single day, it had always looked as if it could and so on some of those days we hadn’t taken the risk and ventured out.

It didn’t make good reading, however, as this media article had been reported from information provided by the Spanish State Weather Agency, AEMET who, in my personal opinion, are the worst of the ‘Works of Fiction’ brigade, whether this latest storm and heavy rainfall would materialise was anyone’s guess 🤷‍♂️ So we would stick to the ‘Forrest Gump Principle’, which to be honest, was proving just as unpredictable.

What did make me laugh, sarcastically as opposed to ‘funny ha ha’ was the next article. Now bear in mind, and from our own perspective and experience, we have just spent the last two year’s in drought conditions, restrictions on our personal domestic water usage, unable to use our swimming pool or beach showers, drinking fountains shut off, washing of streets and pavements halted by the council and, the real threat of domestic supplies being cut off and having to collect water from stand-pipes in the street, although that never materialised. The Government have spent Billions of Euro’s on installing de-salination facilities for emergency use, some of which are still not up and running yet. So imagine my surprise when, after waiting for two years for our local Embalce to finally get a decent amount of water in it, I read this…………….

Now okay I am no engineer, but in the last two years of suffering severe drought conditions, never mind all the previous year’s, would you not have expected someone to come up with a plan to store this surplus very precious commodity, the water that they are now going to have to drain from the Embalce for safety reasons, into some sort of underground storage facility so that it could be used as an emergency supply in the future. Or, as some areas are still under severe drought conditions, could it not be put into tankers and taken to those other areas that need it 🤷‍♂️ Now of course, someone may tell me of a logical or technical issue that would prevent this from happening, as I say I am not knowledgable on the subject, but to a layman, it just seems astonishing that vital water supplies will be wasted, as it will be fed into storm drains or rivers and run off into the sea. I had the same thoughts every year, when the UK in the Autumn/Winter months always tended to flood, generally in the same areas, but then would suffer droughts in the Summer months and then they would implement water restrictions, so just what am I missing here 🤔

As you can see from the above images, I have an ‘App’ on my iPad that enables me to see what all the Embalce levels are in Andalusia, of course, these were extremely useful to consult over the previous two years, when we were in the worst of the drought, looking in great anticipation for any small increase in the water levels. However, since then it has continued to become a bit of a habit now, as I check the water levels on a daily basis when I do my ‘Works of Fiction’ weather watch. Sad really, I know, and it just goes to prove I suppose that I must have too much time on my hands these days 🤷‍♂️

We agreed, that as it was currently dry we may as well risk it and, if we did get ambushed again and get a good soaking, this time the blame would fall squarely at my feet. When we got outside it was actually quite warm, no need for three layers this time, I had elected to wear a long sleeve shirt with a sleeveless light body warmer over the top, but I decided on not wearing my cap. Shazza wore a long sleeve shirt but elected to wear her rain jacket over the top, so my fingers were firmly crossed that I had judged it correctly, if I am proven correct I may just think about applying for a job with one of the ‘Works of Fiction’ agencies, although on second thoughts, not sure that I would want to withstand that much abuse by those bunch of blogger’s who have nothing better to do with their time 🤭

As we got out of the car at our usual beachfront car park, it was 17 degrees(c), the sun kept making brief appearances in between the clouds, the sea was much calmer but still grey, and there was just a slight wind blowing, all in all it was actually a very nice day for a walk and lots of other people were obviously in agreement with me, as the promenade was quite busy and some were even eating ice-creams 😲

We of course headed into town, to our usual seafront Cafe/Bar and enjoyed a nice hot ‘Cafe con Leche’, we had just about timed it right to have them, here in Spain, Cafe con Leche’s are only drunk up to lunchtime, after that it is more usually Espresso or Cortado, which is something that we ourselves have only recently discovered about this Spanish tradition, so now that is another useful tool for our people watching, ‘spot the tourist’, they are obviously the one’s who do not know the Spanish coffee etiquette, or of course they could be just the rebels within Spanish society, there are a few of them here too 🤭 Fortunately for me, when the clock hits lunchtime it is always Anti-Covid Vaccine time, of one description or another 😉

We got into a conversation with the two lady owner’s, the names of which I irritatingly keep forgetting, it must be an age thing 🤔 Anyway, funny old thing, the conversation was about another incoming storm, why is it conversations always seem to include something about the weather, much like my rambles really 😂 My point, if I ever get around to it, is that Shazza, who is really coming on with her Spanish, must faster than me, is now getting confident in actually engaging in a conversation, and in perfect Spanish she says to the lady owners, “When the storm comes I am going to sit under my Blanket on the sofa, with a big bar of chocolate and watch films all day”, they laughed and put their thumbs up, but what I noticed was that just behind where Shazza was sat, was a table of four elderly Spanish Ladies, when they listened to what Shazza had said they all looked across, laughed in unison and said to Shazza, in Spanish, “Aqui Agual” (Same Here). When we got up to leave, the elderly ladies said to Shazza, “Disfruta de tu chocolate y de tu película” (Enjoy your chocolate and your film) 😁 I have to say, Shazza was well chuffed with herself and her much improved linguistic abilities, and rightly so.

We did a little bit of shopping, just at the ‘fruiterias’ and I am sure you need no telling what Shazza needed from there, it certainly wasn’t to get me a nice juicy steak 🤭 Then a stop at the bank ATM before heading for what we call the ‘Plaza Cafe/Bar’, although it’s real title is ‘La Cafe/Bar Viña’, yes today we were going to have lunch and sample their ‘Menu del Dia’. We are now treated as regular customer’s, not sure what that say’s about us and whether that is a good or bad thing 🤔 But we have now discovered that the couple who run it are Mother (Annie) and her son (Juanma), I cannot forget her name as it is the same as my own mother’s. They really make us feel welcome, always greeted by both with a big smile, sometimes a hug and a shake of the hand, yes even the men do that here, which takes some getting used to I have to admit. However, sometimes I think they forget that we are still in the early stages of learning Spanish, myself in particular, as they now just rattle off in a conversation so fast, most of it goes over my head but fortunately I have my secret weapon with me, my own personal interpreter, for whilst Shazza will admit to not understanding every single word, she can pick up most of them and so has a good understanding of what has been said, and now she is more than capable of providing quite a fluent response. Perhaps I need to spend less time thinking about and writing my blog and spend more time on doing much more of my own Spanish lessons 🙄

Normally we would sit outside, but it wasn’t warm enough so we found a table inside, we had timed it just about right as we wanted to be there during the Spanish lunchtime, for the ambience, and within ten minutes of our arrival the place was full. Typically, the ‘Menu del Dia’ provides half a dozen choices for the first and second courses, and three or four dessert options. Everything was in Spanish and I could work out some of the choices, but even Shazza had some difficulty, primarily because it was handwritten on a small board and not a typed one. I just decided to go with the flow not really knowing what I was going to get, I thought I was ordering a starter of Rice with some sort of meat, egg and tomatoes all mixed in, a bit like a fried rice dish, so I was surprised at what actually turned up, three sausages, a fried egg and white rice covered in a home-made tomato sauce, it was delicious. Shazza had some sort of broth, which tasted to me a little like chicken, but as you stirred it up there was rice, small pieces of boiled egg and finely cubed ham, very hearty and very tasty, she didn’t fuss over the meat content, I may even opt for that myself next time, and their will most certainly be a next time.

Shazza had ordered a straight forward grilled piece of sea bream with chips for her second course, I knew that I had ordered grilled pork cutlets and chips, simple and basic but again very tasty and plentiful.

When it came to choosing dessert for the final course, Shazza decided to just go for an Espresso. I wanted to just do the full three-course option, there was no written list of desserts, Annie just verbally reeled off the choices, but too fast for me to understand any of them so I just told her to select one for me. She came back with a silver foil pot which looked and tasted like a chocolate mousse, but as I put my spoon into it I discovered that it was half chocolate and half a sort of vanilla cream, a bit like a broule, very nice, very nice indeed and I don’t usually do desserts. The three course ‘Menu del Dia’, for the both of us, with a drink and bread, came to a grand total of €26 (£22), although we did order a couple of extra drinks, Shazza a beer and my more usual tipple 🍷, so in the end the final bill came to €30 (£25). Would we go for the ‘Menu del Dia’ again, but choose something different, most certainly we would and, with a wide variety of food choices on the additional ‘normal’ menu, well this place had already become one of our favourite Cafe/Bars, whether for just a drink or for lunch and this latest visit has just confirmed why it will remain probably No.1 on our current list of favourites.

It had turned out to be an excellent day, a nice walk, pre-lunch coffee, bit of shopping and a wonderful leisurely lunch. We returned home mid-afternoon, the weather had remained dry, contrary to the ‘Works of Fiction’ forecast, no surprise there then, but an otherwise perfect day. The rain arrived again at around 9pm, gently at first then a little harder and it is ‘forecast’ for much heavier rain, with thunder and lightening, throughout the night and all through the following day. If it does, are we bothered ? No of course not, for we had already decided on having a day in, come rain or shine, to have a domestic cleaning day, well not a whole day, it never takes more than a couple of hours doing it all between us, after that, well we will just have to see what ‘Forrest Gump’ has to say about it…………….. 😉

Until my next ramble……………..

Hasta Luego mi Amigos, La Vida Es Buena

On the evening we returned from our day trip to ‘Vejer’ the ‘Works of Fiction’ had forecast that our area and the whole Costa del Sol coastline, were in for some rather nasty ‘wet stuff’, commencing in the early hours of the morning right through until the following afternoon, so we made the decision that we would make it a ‘rest day’ and just stay in. That worked fine for me because it was a Saturday, which meant that from 1:30pm, right through to around 7:30pm, I could sit and watch ‘Live’ English League football on the TV for the majority of the afternoon and early evening so, the ‘Works of Fiction’ had better get this one right, I thought to myself, although to be honest, Shazza wasn’t that bothered about going out for another walk as we had done plenty the previous day so she too was happy to have a more relaxing day. However, I should confess to being a little sceptical, because the ‘Works of Fiction’ rarely get their forecasts accurate but, it had been correct, thankfully, about the nice sunny weather for our day trip, but what were the chances that it would actually get two, back to back, weather forecasts correct 🤔 However, it did and so that left me to conclude that the belated Christmas gifts, of their new ‘Crystal Balls’, must have finally arrived, there can be no other explanation other than just pure good luck on their part I suppose 🤔

Before my afternoon and evening in front of the TV though, we did do something productive, albeit that too also required very little physical effort on both our parts 🤭 We both sat down, me with Google Maps open on my iPad, Shazza with her ‘Booking.com’ App on her’s. We planned our route to Santander for our upcoming trip to the UK, which is in only around five weeks time and, after studying our proposed route we both agreed on where we would stop to both break the journey and do a spot of sightseeing and indulge ourselves in a couple of further mini-adventures, well it would be rude not to. We do tend to stick to one of two main routes up to the North coast of Spain to catch our ferry, either the Seville or Madrid routes, but it is getting more difficult these days to find new places to stop along those routes as we have already stopped in most of them over the last ten years, we prefer not to visit the same places twice, although that is not strictly true as their are a couple of exceptions to that self-imposed rule. So, and with some required minor deviations from those normal main routes, we both agreed on the destinations that we would stop at, we selected the hotels within those locations that had on-site secure parking, as we would have luggage and perhaps other stuff in the car boot, and we wanted accommodations within walking distance of the main centres so that we would have a break from driving. Once we had agreed on the suitable hotels, Shazza went ahead and booked them and we had the confirmations within a few minutes, although we don’t have to pay in advance, only when we actually arrive at the hotels themselves. However, whilst I am sure you would like to know the locations that we have selected for those mini-adventures, I am not going to disclose them to you in this particular ramble for two very good reasons, firstly, that would spoil the rambles that I will be publishing later about those destinations and, secondly, you know what we are like, we could have changed our minds between now and when we go 😂 That is another good thing about the accommodation booking ‘App’, we can cancel the bookings up to a few days before we are due to arrive, and their are no cancellation charges, but it is not something we generally tend to do anyway, I don’t think that my OCD Buddy could cope with such short notice changes so it would only be if it were an emergency.

As I have probably already mentioned in a previous ramble, we had already pre-booked our return ferry crossings a good couple of months previously, so now, with the outbound leg of the trip all sorted, as well as the return ferry crossing pre-booked and pre-paid, all we have to do now is wait until it is time to hit the road and head Northbound. We have not yet decided on any stops that we may make on our ‘return’ trip through Spain, we will decide on that later, we may just want to get back home after being away for what will have been close on a month living out of our suitcases 🤷‍♂️ So, the only other important thing we have to do now, before we depart on our UK trip, is to submit our annual Spanish Tax Return, but that is already in hand as I have already spoken with our tax consultant, who submit this on our behalf as the Spanish Tax Forms are quite complicated, now I bet that comes as no surprise to you 🤭 But, as you may already have guessed, myself, and my OCD Buddy, have already got all of the relevant financial information ready so all I have to do is to send it to them when ‘they’ request it, which they have told me will not be until the beginning of April, so that is another administrative task nearly sorted, although the actual tax bill, once calculated, does not need to be paid until June, we will be back well before then 👍

Each year around this time our Residents Community holds its annual AGM, which is conducted in both Spanish and English, so the meetings can become quite elongated at times, dependent on the number of items on the Agenda to be discussed and voted upon. Shazza and I don’t always attend every annual meeting, but we did this time around as we had a few points to raise on some ‘minor’ aspects of the Communal Areas that we think needed addressing, fortunately the committee, and other residents present at the meeting, agreed with our comments and suggestions and so we felt happy to have had a positive contribution. We tend not to usually get too involved, the residents committee President is Spanish and he manages the place extremely well and to be honest, all of the residents here tend to ‘generally’ get on quite well with each other, the majority, like ourselves, just want a harmonious very simple community lifestyle without too many rules, just the common sense and necessary one’s, with ‘tolerance’ and ‘mutual respect’ being the two highest important values 👍 The most important aspect of the meeting, for the majority, was the state of the finances and whether we would need to increase the individual annual community charge, however, once again, for probably what is now the third successive year, it was agreed that the annual charge will remain the same, which of course was music to all our ears. So, although it has actually felt as though it has been a somewhat uneventful period since my last ramble, it has actually been quite a productive one for us, in one form or another.

We are beginning to see the changes, from the transition from the Winter to Spring, with the sunrises each passing day getting earlier and earlier, it will not be long now and the sun will be up well before me, but also, the sunsets too are getting that bit later each evening, which is nice because that means that the daylight hours are a little longer, it does not get dark here now until around 7:30pm and so, in a little less than a month, when the clocks go forward again to officially mark the start of Summertime, we should have daylight until somewhere near 9:00pm 😁 But there are other visible signs that the season is changing, the lifeguard platforms on the beaches are now once again being erected for the upcoming season, flowers and plants are being re-planted in the public areas, buildings and road markings are being given a fresh coat of paint and the Chiringuito’s are showing the first signs of coming out of from their Winter slumbers. The first of the Carnivals are, or by the time I publish this ramble, may already have taken place which is a religious one, but this one marks the official start of the annual ‘Fiesta’ period, some of which we may, or may not, grace with our presence again this year 🤭 Motor and sailing yachts are coming out from their winter storage facility and are now filling up the Marina moorings once again. All of these things reflect that we are nearing the commencement of the annual population explosion, which means the roads will be full of traffic so the toll road fees will double, the promenades, beaches, Cafe/Bars and Restaurants will all be crowded and of course they will start to adopt the customary ‘tourist price’ increases, which apply equally to everyone, tourists and locals alike, unless of course you know the one’s the tourists don’t know about and where the prices remain the same 😉 Some of these things, although of course not all, have a certain advantage for us too, as they will soon provide us with more opportunities to do ‘People Watching’ and take up our unofficial roles as the ‘Fashion Police’ but probably more importantly, it provides the local economy with much needed income, of course though, that is only if the tourists actually arrive this year 😲

Yes, the British Media still continue to pedal their propaganda about Spain being Anti-Tourist against ‘Brit’s’, no other Nationality mind you, just the ‘Brit’s’ and, even though the position on Tourism has been clarified, the British Media will still have you believe that, from this year, their is a ‘Tourist Ban’ in force 😂 Now I am sure that if they keep publishing the same old story, that there will be some people out there who will actually start to believe it, now I am sure that you my reader’s already know not to believe everything that you read in the newspapers or on Social Media these days, but you may know some who do and who may well be thinking about cancelling their holiday arrangements, so please feel free to share the below articles with them 😉

Now I know that it is rare occurrence, but in the Winter months, even in this part of Spain, we do have quite a lot of grey overcast days, although they are not always accompanied by the wet stuff, and to be honest, for every grey day in those Winter months (Jan & Feb), we generally get four or five consecutive sunny one’s, which are the sort of odds that I am all in favour of 😉 So, it came as no surprise, after the one day of rain, to once again awake to a bright blue, almost cloudless sky, the sun was already up and there was only the merest hint of a breeze so I didn’t need Shazza to inform me that yes we ‘would’ be going out for a walk 🤭 We do however have a bit of a dilemma, is it warm enough yet to get the shorts, tee-shirts and flip-flops back out 🤔 We agreed that it was still probably a little too early for that, for whilst it is fine when you are moving, it can still be a little chilly if you are static for too long, especially in the shade and when the wind is blowing in off the sea, so, whilst short-sleeved shirts, even tee-shirts are fine and carrying a light hoodie top as a precautionary measure in case the wind gets up, which is common during the afternoons here, but shorts would still be just a step too far right at this moment but, we are optimistic that we are only a couple of weeks away from that major landmark in our calendar year 🤗 Of course, we already know that just when we can get back into our favourite more leisurely attire, we will again have to revert to much more warmer protective clothing for our return to the UK, but it will be our first return visit since we departed in June 2023 so I will try not to grumble about it too much 🙄

We were already hot by the time we had walked the short distance from the car to the Marina, but we would not be stopping there on this particular day, not even for a refreshing cool drink, for we knew that if we did, that would be it, one drink would become two, then possibly three, then more than likely lunch and that would be as far as we would get that day, which, between you and me, I certainly would not have had a problem with 🤭 So we by-passed all the temptations and headed along the promenade towards the town and, I just know that you will be sick of me for continuously saying this, but the views are still amazing, no matter how many times we walk this self same route, they are just so good for the soul. The sounds of the sea just gently lapping onto the shoreline, the people on the beach sunbathing, yes they are obviously the tourists from some more northerly climates 😂, the blueness of the sea is stunning and the contrast with the blue of the sky and then, the view of the mountains in the background, well it just never gets boring. I remember writing in one of my earlier rambles, nearly two years ago now, when we had just obtained our first year’s residency permit and had commenced living here on a full-time basis, I asked myself the question, how long would it take for that ‘Wow’ factor to disappear, well it still hasn’t and now I don’t believe that it ever will.

We made our first stop at our usual seafront little Spanish Cafe/Bar and were fortunate to get a table right at the front, in the shade, but with unobstructed views across the beach to the sea, just casually watching the passing boats and other leisure craft, our view only interrupted by the usual passers by, which was actually a bonus as they served to provide us with plenty of people watching opportunities, and of course our judgemental ‘Fashion Police’ duties but, now that we have become proficient in both of those roles, we needed to add a little extra to our talents and so we have added a new dimension to the role, that being one where we, being body beautiful individuals ourselves of course 🤭 we now also conduct observations whereby we critique, quite discreetly of course, those who pass by and, well let’s just say, are quite obviously a little less ‘dietary disciplined’ 😂😂😂 This is of course, as you may well imagine yourselves, extremely thirsty work, so although we started with the mandatory ‘Cafe con Leche’, and thankfully they have got used to us now and always bring us strong one’s, for some reason they serve tourists really milky ones 🤮 But after that Shazza reverted, temporarily, to her more usual ‘Agua con Gas’, with ice and lemon of course, she still has standards I’ll have you know 😂 whilst I enjoyed a nice cold ‘Alhambra Especial’, although a little disappointed that they brought me a ‘Victoria Malaga’ branded glass to drink it out of, whatever next, a butter knife to eat my steak 😲

Now it would have been very easy to have just remained where we were, but Shazza had begun to make the right noises about beginning to get hungry, I just hoped the people on the tables around us couldn’t hear her gastronomic rumblings 🤭 We could have eaten where we were, they do serve a small variety of options, but we knew of an even better place, one that has become our favourite informal eatery over the past few weeks, yes I know, our list of ‘favourite’ places just keeps growing 🤭 this one has an extensive menu, anything from sandwiches, full individual meals, including if you want it, a ‘Menu del Dia’, or our particular go to favourites, Tapa’s 😋😋 Sometimes we do just come here for our morning coffee’s, when it is particularly windy and blowing in off the sea, for this is well sheltered from the wind and a right sun trap, but we also sometimes come here for a coffee or a beer, if we have done an afternoon walk instead of our more usual morning one’s, but we come here now mainly to enjoy their wide selection of Tapa’s. The couple that run it are Spanish but they do speak good English, they know we like to try and speak Spanish so that is how they greet us, and communicate with us whilst we are there, they are extremely friendly and very sociable, but when we do get stuck, or do not understand something, they help us with the Spanish words or revert to English. The food is always excellent and very tasty and the portions are more than plentiful. It makes a nice change from the other regular establishments we frequent in both the Marina and here in town, and of course, on this occasion, seeing as we were here and it was lunchtime, it would have been rude not to 🤭

Now usually we would just walk back to the car and go home, and yes, perhaps, on getting there we may both occasionally engage in that afternoon tradition known as ‘Siesta’, well, ‘When in Spain’ as they say 🤷‍♂️ However, on this occasion we didn’t even make it all the way back to the Marina, for the ice cream hut on the promenade was open, it was quite hot by this time of the afternoon and the tubs of deliciousness on display proved to be just too much of a temptation. Now you may wonder what on earth has happened to our healthy daily ‘Plant Based’ diets, well we do, although not often, perhaps once or twice a week when we come out, sometimes take a day off from them too 😉 So, after viewing the vast array of flavoured ice-cream choices, there must have been at least thirty, we each made our personal choices, took a seat next to the beach, and then just sat and savoured each mouthful, even our people watching went out of the window at this stage, we needed to concentrate on eating the ice-cream before it melted 😲

As we approached the Marina, we elected to take the less public route around it, which meant walking down the street behind the row on row of Cafe/Bars instead of in front of them, well after such a nice lunch and yummy dessert, we just didn’t know how many ‘Body Beautiful’ Police there would be, sat sipping their afternoon cocktails, and on the lookout for passing bulging waistlines 😂

So we had enjoyed a whole week of beautiful warm and sunny weather but the ‘Works of Fiction’ just have to have the last hoorah don’t they 🙄 They are now forecasting, and when I say ‘they’, I do mean all of the different ‘Works of Fiction’ forecasts that we consult on a daily basis, but ten, yes ten consecutive days of rain 😲 some light and some much heavier periods with thunder and lightning ⛈️⛈️ So, as I write this, we shall just have to wait and see what actually arrives because as you already know by now, forecasting it, and actually getting it, can be two completely different things here 🤷‍♂️ But seeing that much rain in the forecast did make me feel a little patriotic, all I could think of was that one line in our English National Anthem, the one that says, ‘Long To Rain Over Us’ 😂😂

So we have resigned ourselves to the possibility that we could be confined to barracks for a rather long period of time but we are prepared, we have got ‘Kevin’ our inflatable Kayak on stand-by, for when we may have to paddle out to recover the Emergency food drop parcels from the helicopter, Shazza has pre-ordered and scheduled deliveries every three days of vital vegetable and fruit supplies, floods or no floods the healthy ‘Plant Based’ dietary regime must prevail 😂 I can just picture it now, the packaging on the food drop parcel breaking open as it hits the water, me paddling frantically with one hand, whilst holding on to Shazza’s feet with the other, whilst she leans over the edge of the kayak trying to recover the potatoes, onions, avodaos etc, before they float away in the torrent of water, down the hill and out to sea 😲

Looking on the positive side, at least it will serve as a reminder of what we are likely to get on our upcoming trip to the UK, so we can start to psychologically prepare for it 🤭 and of course, if that much wet stuff does actually materialise, the capacity in our Embalce should continue to increase dramatically, so not only do ‘we’ benefit but, the tourists that are actually planning on coming here for their summer holidays will not have to worry about whether the swimming pools or beach showers will be open, so ‘A Win-Win Situation For Everybody’ isn’t it nice to read something positive these days 😂

Until the next ramble…………..

Hasta Luego mi Amigos, La Vida Es Buena

We awoke on this particular morning, but looking out from the balcony windows the picture was not the best, thick grey leaden sky, which looked as if it could bring rain with it, and there was a very strong and blustery Easterly wind. We had selected this particular day to get up earlier than usual as we had found the motivation to finally go out on a day trip, although to be honest, after looking out of those windows we very nearly changed our minds. We had decided to drive across to the West into the Cadiz Province, to visit the hilltop town of ‘Vejer de La Frontera’, which is around 65 miles away and, although we had three route options, no matter which one we selected, it would take us around ninety-minutes to get there, dependent on whether we decided to stop somewhere en route for breakfast, which was always a possibility, and of course, very much dependent on the level of decibels emanating from Shazza’s stomach 😂

Whilst Shazza was getting herself ready, I looked at the ‘Works of Fiction’, whatever they showed in their forecast would determine whether we even made it outside of our own front door. Fortunately, whilst our side of the coast showed a gloomy outlook for the whole day, our particular destination showed a day of full sunshine with temperatures between 17-19 degrees(c) so, when Shazza asked me, “So are we going on our road trip today ?”, I felt confident enough to say “Yes” and then prayed that the ‘Works of Fiction’ for once would be true to their word 🫣 We agreed to take the Southern coastal road on the way there, then have a late breakfast when we reached our destination. We would decide later whether we returned through the ‘Parque Natural Los Alcornes’, either via the ‘Benalup’ or the ‘Medina-Sidonia’ routes, either of which are very scenic.

We left home at 09:15am, it looked dark and gloomy and still a bit chilly at only 14 degrees(c) and, as we followed the coast road South, down past La Linea, Algeciras and Gibraltar, the overcast sky made the sea look a dismal grey. Normally, when the sky is clear and blue, and the sea is its usual beautiful sparkling blue, we can look across the narrow Straight of Gibraltar to the coast of Morocco and see it very clearly, it is just a distance of 8.9 miles between mainland Europe and the African continent, however, on this particular day, whilst we got some glimpses of the different sized freighter’s and yacht’s passing to and fro between the Mediterranean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean, the coastline of Morocco was shrouded in low cloud. Fortunately, as we began driving past the Southern range of the Andalusian mountains towards Tarifa, the grey clouds suddenly disappeared, as if by magic, the blue sky arrived and with it the warming morning sunshine, we watched as the temperature gauge showed a gradual increase of 4 degrees(c), the views opened up, we could now see the African coast much more clearly and a lot more traffic in the shipping lanes, it is actually amazing at how narrow this busy channel actually is, the colour of the sea also changed to the more familiar sparkling blue, we had now left the gloom behind, it was as if someone had opened the curtains into another brighter world. I still find it quite strange to think that, from our part of the Mediterranean coastline, across to the Atlantic coastline, which is only a distance of 50 miles, ‘as the crow flies’, that the weather and temperature conditions can vary so much 🤷‍♂️

As we rounded the corner by Tarifa and headed Northbound, still on the main coast road, we could see the miles and miles of beautiful white sand beaches stretching out before our eyes, sandwiched between the backdrop of lush green mainly pine forest, on one side, and the beautiful blue Atlantic Ocean on the other, it looked absolutely amazing. We commented to each other on how we are often reluctant to get into the car and drive this relatively short distance across to the opposite side of this Spanish coastline, but when we do, once we are here, we absolutely love it, in truth I think that this Western more rugged coastline is far more spectacular than our own and it is less densely populated 🤷‍♂️

We had driven past the whitewashed hilltop town of ‘Vejer de la Frontera’ on several previous road trips, the last being when we visited the ‘Faro de Trafalgar’ (Lighthouse), then the coastal town of ‘Barbate’ and finally finishing up at the white sandy beach and sand dune at ‘Bolonia’ where we had a very pleasant very late lunch at a sun-drenched beachfront ‘Chiringuita’. On that occasion we had said that we would return and stop to explore the town, but it had taken us many months to finally get around to now actually doing it, well it wasn’t as if it was going to go anywhere was it 🤷‍♂️

So before I get into our own account of our day visit, I guess for those of you that are history buffs you may be interested in a little bit of background information, and as you know already, Shazza and I are history heathens, so it will only be a ‘little bit’ of historical reference so, take it away Mr Wikipedia whilst I go and paint my toenails, or perhaps do something else a lot more interesting 🤭

When I had put the route options into ‘Google Maps’ the previous evening, I had selected the perfect ‘free’ public car park at the foot of the town, with easy access from the main road. However, the following morning upon setting off I hadn’t checked that Google had saved ‘my’ specific route, an error on my part and one that I would come to regret 🫣 Instead of taking the straightforward and simple access route, the ‘Twat Nav’ opted to direct us up, through the very narrow cobblestoned streets of this hilltop town, and I am not exaggeration when I say ‘narrow’, I am surprised that our car wing mirrors did not have white go faster stripes along both of them from the buildings that tried to squeeze the life from us 😲 Fortunately, Shazza had elected to do the driving 🤭 Although I have to confess that we ‘both’ suffered several ‘Brown Trouser Moments’, and there we were, thinking that we had left those days behind us !!

Eventually we found our way to the car park and very fortunately, found the last remaining parking bay available, if we hadn’t I think we would have decided to drive elsewhere rather than go through those narrow cobbled streets again looking for an alternative parking location 🙄 It was a steep walk up the hill from the car park, but it was sunny and warm, with a pleasant but strong breeze blowing, although we had to stop and ‘Admire the views’ a couple of times 😮‍💨😮‍💨 In these sort of old hilltop towns there is no real town centre, it is spread out along many narrow cobbled streets, which is actually what usually makes them so interesting and so, once we had found our way to the Tourist Information Office, where they would give us a street map and highlight the ‘Tourist Attractions’ and their locations, we could then navigate ourselves around with ease but, before that, breakfast was calling and a bit of a treat for us, as it has been very many months now since either of us have partaken of ‘Cafe con Tostado’s’ 😋😋

It was whilst we were enjoying our late breakfast that I came across my second error 🫣 Now normally, you would find the tourist office located within the town itself but, as I checked my phone map whilst munching on my toast and jam, I discovered that this was not the case in this particular town, no, the Tourist Office was actually located near the ‘free’ public car park back down at the bottom of the hill 😲 We were certainly not going to walk back down the hill, and then walk all the way back up again, ‘sod that for a game of soldiers !’ We would do without the tourist map and make do with Google Maps on our phone, although, as we were to discover, Google Maps and very narrow cobbled streets with buildings towering above us, made it difficult to obtain a signal, well actually nigh on possible if the truth were to be known so, this was rapidly becoming one of those not so good adventure days 🙄

As we departed the Cafe/Bar, on this occasion having not been subject to a daylight mugging when paying the bill, we saw a sign for the ‘Castillo’ (Castle), perfect as this was probably the main attraction and the one I was most looking forward to seeing and wandering around. There were several access points to the castle walls, but they were gated and all padlocked shut 🤷‍♂️ We kept following signs up and down cobbled streets, and I do mean ‘up’ and ‘down’ but after ten minutes or so we came to the Castle tourist entry gate, where another couple were already stood outside the closed and heavy looking wooden door, as we approached they outstretched their arms and then said, “The sign says that it is closed on Friday’s”, I couldn’t believe it, “What !! surely a major town tourist attraction would not be closed on a Friday of all days” I said out aloud, in total disbelief and a whole load of disappointment, The other couple agreed, they too shrugged their shoulders in disappointment before walking off.

We didn’t really have much of a clue what we were going to do from there, so we agreed to just do our normal mini-adventure explorer thing, which was to wander aimlessly up and down the maze of narrow cobbled streets in the hope that eventually we may find something else to stop and look at. We eventually ended up outside the main ‘Divino Salvador’ church, Shazza likes churches, but we arrived just as they were unloading a coffin from a hearse and the associated family group were filing inside for the funeral service, I looked at Shazza, she looked back at me, “Probably not the best time to go in and have a wander around taking photo’s” she suggested, “Let’s go and find the “Plaza España and grab an Anti-COVID Vaccine instead”, I said. “Great idea, do you know how to get there ?” She replied, with a bemused smile on her face. I shrugged my shoulders and we both burst out laughing, no words needed speaking, we were both thinking the same thing by this point, ‘We should probably have just stayed at home’.

We continued to just wander the streets like a pair of ‘waifs and strays’, trying to look interested at the ‘Moorish’ architecture, the stone arches and the old town walls, including the ‘Jewish Quarter’, the truth was that we were both rapidly becoming quite bored and just trying hard to find an excuse not to rush back to the car. We did come across an old stone building with an open door, the sign outside indicated that it was a museum, “Shall we take a look” Shazza said, “Got nowhere else to be right now” I said, probably a little sarcastically. The woman at the entrance desk was very pleasant and welcoming, €2.50 each she said and then told us that it was ‘free’ if we were pensioners, Shazza quickly pointed out that I was 🤭 but that she would have to pay, the lady never asked for proof of my decrepit status and I whispered to Shazza that she could have got in for ‘free’ herself had she not been so bloody honest. It took us all of ten-minutes to walk around, and that was walking slowly, it was just a lot of old manual agricultural equipment, some clothing from yester-year and some vintage storage containers, there are museums similar to this in almost every old town, displaying much the same items, although some museums are larger and more interesting, but this was certainly not one of them. As we exited I turned to Shazza and suggested, “For an additional €2.50 we could have both been sipping on a nice ‘Copa de Vino Tinto’ 🍷 which would certainly have been a much better investment of our money, much more interesting and better use of our time, so overall a much more pleasurable experience”, strangely enough she didn’t disagree or tell me to stop moaning and said, “Come on then, I’m about done here too”.

Now I may be sounding a bit disparaging of the place, but other’s will come here and will time it right, on day’s when the majority of the attractions are actually open, or in the height of the Summer where there would certainly be a different ambience about the place, but on this particular day at this particular time of the season, it just lacks any sort of wow factor, even though it was sunny and warm. Not all whitewashed hilltop villages are going to be the same, some are extremely beautiful and have a nice natural ambience about them, and some are just normal everyday towns where people go about their usual day to day business, where tourism is a side attraction rather than the main event. Shazza and I have now visited so many so, perhaps our expectations are becoming a little more demanding now 🤷‍♂️ To be fair, it wasn’t as if this town wasn’t scenic and, perhaps had we have visited on another day, when the things we like to see and do, were open, then we may have come away with a completely different opinion so, to give you a flavour of the place, below are a selection of photographs so that you can decide for yourselves whether to put it on your visit ‘To Do’ list because, as I have said in these rambles, many times, ‘One man’s meat is another man’s poison’.

We eventually stumbled upon the ‘Plaza Espana’, in most places this would be the central hub, where all the Cafe/Bars and Restaurants would have their pavement tables and seating areas spread out. Some Plaza’s are large and they can be square or circular, this one was pretty small, and circular, in fact it was a roundabout and, although their were a fair few Cafe/Bars and eateries, today many of them were not open, so Friday does not seem to be a good day to visit, well not during the Winter period at least 🤷‍♂️ If you enjoy browsing through lots of ‘Tourist Tat’ shops and paying ‘Tourist Tat’ prices, then you will not be disappointed as there were quite a lot open to keep you occupied, yes even on a Friday 😉

We had intended to stay here and have a nice lunch, the Spanish tend to eat between 2-4pm, and as we had partaken of a late breakfast that would have fitted in quite well with our stomach clocks, perhaps we would also have seen a lot more life and had some people watching opportunities if we had waited a little longer, but to be honest, we had done as much as we could, or wanted, to do here, we were bored and we were ready to leave. We decided to head back towards home and, if we saw a nice village, or even a roadside establishment, that looked a decent place to eat, and by decent I mean a place that had a bit of ambience about it, but if not, we would eat somewhere nearer to home 🤷‍♂️

Probably the most enjoyable part of the day trip was the drive back through the Natural Park, the roads were pretty decent, twisting and turning, ascents and descents, but very little traffic, unlike the coastal route. There was lush greenery everywhere, fields, forests, mountain vistas, blue sky and sunshine, horses, sheep, cows and goats, several pairs of Storks stood high up on their nests, we even saw a Griffin Vulture at very close quarters, flying low across a field, on the hunt for an unaware rabbit or other small animal basking in the sun, or a chicken that had strayed too far from the farm buildings, they have even been known to take small new born lambs. We both agreed that we would have been better off packing a picnic and then pulling over and stopping to eat in this beautiful countryside, in the fresh warm air, if only we still had the ‘Little Fokker’ eh 😉

In the end we didn’t stop for lunch, we continued to drive and decided that we would have lunch at our local Indian Restaurant just a couple of minutes drive from home. As we got back across to our side of the coast and from what the ‘Works of Fiction’ had forecast, we expected to arrive back into gloomy grey leaden overcast and clouded sky, but to our surprise we were met with blue sky and sunshine and very warm 18 degree(c) temperatures, so we enjoyed our lunch and eventually got back to our sanctuary by late afternoon.

As I reflected on our latest day trip outside of the confines of our more usual local area, although for us it probably was not the most enjoyable day out that we have ever had but, looking on the more positive aspects, we had done a lot of varied walking, not on mainly flat terrain like our usual daily walks, so a good muscular and cardiovascular workout, which I am sure we will appreciate, once our calf muscles relax again 🤭 It had also been one of those towns to visit on our ‘To Do’ list, so at least we can now cross another one off the list, the car had been given a good run out, rather than just its usual short hops and finally, once again it makes us appreciate everything that we already have in our own immediate local area, although, that does also make us question, and not for the first time, why should we ever feel the need to go anywhere else 🤷‍♂️ Although I am certain that we still will, for sometimes ‘A change is as good as a rest’ 😉

Until my next ramble………………

Hasta Luego mi Amigos, La Vida Es Buena

There are a lot of mornings when I wake up and just feel so glad to be alive, for no particular reason, perhaps it’s the fact that I have actually woken up and so can enjoy another day 😂 or perhaps it is just that now I feel so content with my life, I cannot explain the reason or why I seem to enjoy it so much, but it is a lovely feeling nonetheless. However, yes their can also be the odd one or two mornings when I awake and, for no particular reason, perhaps I am probably not the brightest little ray of sunshine, maybe I just didn’t sleep well for some reason, again who knows 🤷‍♂️ Shazza is much the same although, generally with her it is because she is cold, she feels it much more than me and once she is awake she finds it extremely difficult to get back to sleep and she is someone who definitely needs a full eight hours, whereas I can suffice with only five or six, fortunately though those occasions are very rare these days and so, on such days, I give myself a darn good talking to, “What on earth have you got to be unhappy about Eric, for goodness sake, get over yourself man”, I say to myself, and after contemplating it for a few moments it generally works 😉 On such mornings I make a point of ‘not’ even looking at any of the daily International media headlines, I am finding that they are all, without exception, just so depressive these days, it’s as if they are going out of their way to find all the bad stuff to report on, just to make you feel totally negative about anything and everything in life, so if and when your day starts badly, by the time that you have read those depressive headlines you could, if you were that way inclined, end up suicidal 😲

I slid silently from underneath the duvet, so as not to awaken Shazza from her slumber, the morning chill greeted me, it is not an icy cold like you get in Central and Northern Spain at this time of the year, or to be honest not even as chilly as it is just a little further inland from us, up in the mountains, which is only around a thirty-minute drive away, where they are currently awaking to frost and, further North, even snow 🥶 But it is stilly chilly enough here first thing in the morning’s to require putting on a warm dressing gown and slippers, so we are certainly looking forward to the mornings when it will be back to just slipping on a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt, but we are still probably around six weeks away from that.

The sun is still a little slow to rise with proper daylight not materialising until around 08:15am and then, even when it does, as our front rooms and balcony face South, it takes a couple of hours before the sun eventually pops it head around the corner and we can start to benefit from its warmth. I cheer myself with the knowledge that it will not be that long now and the sun will soon be up well before me in a morning, and it will have already made it’s way around to reach into our front windows, then there will be no more morning chills for seven or eight months and we will live, both day and night, with all our doors and windows open once again, to provide some respite from the heat. I smile when I think about how fickle us humans can be, if we are not having a moan about the morning chills, we are moaning about the heat, sometimes we are just never satisfied eh 🤭

By the time the kettle has boiled and I have made the boss her morning coffee and then delivered it, and her iPad, through to her in the bedroom, and then taken my usual place on the balcony, the sea views have once again revealed themself from behind their dark curtain and I can look out and check what the weather is actually doing, which is of course a lot more accurate than what I know the ‘Works of Fiction’ are going to reflect, as and when I eventually get around to looking at them. I will not see, or hear, Shazza for at least another thirty-minutes, sometimes even longer the lazy bugger 🤭 and certainly not until she has first checked the Spanish ‘Obituaries’ pages, only then, if her name hasn’t appeared in them, does she decide to grace me with her presence, although on mornings when she has not slept well the night before, and without first brushing her hair and she appears with her chaotic ‘bed head’, I could surely be excused for being taken aback and shocked at what could be taken for a ghostly apparition 🤭

Our life here is such that we do not have any sort of daily itineraries, unless of course we have pre-agreed to do something specific, perhaps the domestic cleaning, which we do all in one go during one day, just to get it over and done with, or perhaps we need to go and do the shopping or, occasionally, we may have decided the previous evening to drive somewhere, a day visit to another local village or town, just by way of a change but, generally speaking, we just decide each morning on what it is that we are going to do on that particular day, which is very much dependent on two things, firstly our own personal motivation levels and then of course the weather, however, we do try to get out for walks at least five times a week. Personally speaking, I don’t really think that it matters where you live, in colder periods it is much more difficult to motivate yourselves to go out, I mean why would you put yourself through that when you can stay warm indoors, although we cannot really use that as an excuse here, for whilst it may be slightly chilly first thing in the mornings, by lunchtime during these Winter days, the temperatures have usually risen to at least 15 degrees(c), although the warmest parts of the day are always mid-afternoon when, even at this time of the year, we can experience anything between 18-22 degrees(c), perhaps even a little warmer if there are no coastal winds blowing.

I have to confess that it is very easy to get into a lazy routine here in our little corner of Southern Spain, so we do have to engage in motivational discussions, which are actually quite a regular feature these days as we both realise that we are guilty of becoming a little too lethargic for our own good, but to be honest there are times when we can be guilty of even lacking the motivation to have motivational discussions 😂 There are lots of little picturesque villages and towns in our area that, as yet, we have still not explored, and many of them are within just a short drive away, the furthest being no more than a couple of hour’s drive and any of these would make for an easy afternoon or full day trip, so we have agreed, well in principle at least, that whilst we do still currently have the benefit of there being very few tourists around, we should really get out and try to see somewhere different, at least once a week, if only to give me something a little more interesting to write about in these rambles 🙄 We do still, quite often, discuss conducting more ‘wider’ travels, both here, within the Spanish mainland, and the outlying Spanish Islands, as the Canaries and Balearic’s are only a very short flight away, probably no more than an hour from Malaga Airport. There are lots of other locations throughout Europe too although, at this time of year, they are generally much cooler, with the exception of places like Tenerife, Lanzarote and Gran Canaria which are around 5-6 degrees(c) warmer. Then there are perhaps some wider afield, and more exotic locations, the truth being that we just need to re-discover our excitement and motivation for travel again which, between the Covid pandemic, and us moving here on a permanent basis, we seem to have lost a bit of enthusiasm for 🤷‍♂️ We often read about the outbreaks of Covid, Flu and all the other dozens of bacterial infections currently circulating around the globe, which of course then require people to go and have even more vaccinations 🙄 Don’t get me wrong, for they do also get reported on here in Spain, but just not as regularly as elsewhere, so whether that is Spain not widely publicising such outbreaks here on home soil, or whether it is the International media scaremongering, who really knows anymore, for it is getting difficult these days to know the difference between what is factual and what is fake news 🤷‍♂️ Not to forget the ‘Elephant in the room’ of course, which is the substantial amount of global Emigration and Immigration there is these days, Legal or otherwise, via Land, Sea and Air, bacterial infections can spread over great distances very very quickly and it isn’t just human transmission either, it can occur naturally with bird migrations, contaminated food etc. Oh my goodness, I realise that I am now sounding just like all those depressive news and social media platforms when actually I am perhaps just looking for an excuse as to why we are not actually doing very much these days, by way of our travel adventures 😲 So okay, on a much more positive note, the world may end tomorrow, or maybe the next day, or the day after that but, until it does we may as well just enjoy the time that we still have 😉

On one of our routine daily walks we had made our way into town, the sun was warm but there was a strong Easterly blowing in off the sea, which took the edge off that warmth, so we opted to walk to what has become our current new favourite Spanish Cafe/Bar, the one in the Plaza that is sheltered from the worst of the wind and where we can still sit outside and enjoy the sunshine on our faces. As per usual we were being nosey, or as we prefer to refer to it, doing some useful revision on our Spanish ‘Listening & Understanding’ exercises and immersing ourselves within the local culture 🤭 Sat on a table next to us were an elderly couple, we assumed man and wife, they looked quite bronzed so we had initially mistaken them for being local Spanish, they spoke in hushed voices so we could not hear their conversation, now this should actually have been our first clue that they weren’t Spanish, as the Spanish are not generally known for talking quietly 😂 Anyway, the man got up to go inside and, as he did so he, he looked back towards his companion and said, “I don’t think they serve food here” in perfect English, then of course, me being of a helpful disposition, and it would have been rude of me not to, I interjected and confirmed that they did, and that there was an extensive menu, which the staff would give to him if he asked at the bar, or waited for them to bring it out to them. Anyway, that was the only formal introduction required to spend the next hour or so engaged in general conversation with them. We discovered that although they were both British, they were permanent residents of ‘Mallorca’ and had lived and worked on the Island for the last twenty-three years, they needed to come here to the mainland for an ‘official’ appointment in Estepona and so had decided to turn it into a weeks holiday. We naturally asked if they had witnessed any problems with the Anti-Tourist issues on the Island, these being widely publicised in the British Media, they laughed and confirmed that this was the British Media just spreading malicious headlines, confirming of course what we already knew, and that much like Spain in general, whilst there are issues with the lack of affordable public housing and there were some street protests, these were directed towards the Spanish Government, but no real animosity or aggression towards actual Tourists, of any Nationality. Of course, the Spanish Islands, probably more so than the mainland, gain the largest amount of their annual income from Tourism, so any threat to that huge income source will have a severe impact, so this was the most direct way to get the Government to both listen to the ‘people’ and act on their concerns. During our discussions about what it was like living on the Island they said that it is small and so they do try to visit the mainland or other Spanish Islands when they can, but they also still ran their own local business, so time off was limited. We mentioned that we were considering visiting the Islands too, and we were taken completely off guard, and somewhat surprised, when they both said, “Why would you want to go anywhere else when you already have everything here ?” They suggested that holiday makers from Northern Europe primarily only come to Spain, and the Spanish Islands, for the sunshine, which is basically guaranteed in both Summer and Winter, however, in their opinion, and seeing this particular part of the Costa del Sol, and our immediate area, for the first time, the beaches, mountains and nearby National Parks, they felt jealous as it had everything that you could want. Now initially their comments did come as a bit of a shock to us, but then afterwards, when Shazza and I talked about their comments, we realised that we ourselves had actually come to this same conclusion ourselves, numerous times, but now, from total strangers, who live in another part of Spain, we were being told things that we actually already knew. But even so, Shazza and I also agreed that sometimes, even when somewhere appears to be perfect in most respects, sometimes you still need to go and see different places to experience them for yourselves, with your own eyes and then, perhaps those travels and those experiences will serve as a reminder to just ‘Appreciate What You Already Have’ 🤔

As you are probably very well aware by now, I like to contemplate things and generally, there is always a catalyst for those ‘contemplations’, whether it be something that I have seen, or perhaps read or, a conversation, like the one we had recently had at the Cafe/Bar with those two stranger’s, but whatever the subject may be, sometimes it hides away in the recesses of my brain just patiently waiting, then sometime later, days or even weeks, the subject matter resurfaces, requiring me to spend some time giving it a little more meaningful consideration. So although the stranger’s conversation was the catalyst, it made me think a little deeper and several thoughts started whirring around in my mind, with questions that I was now seeking to possibly discover answers to. In our former lives, when we decided to give up our careers and start travelling, had we been searching for something, but didn’t really know what that something was 🤷‍♂️ Had we, inadvertently, actually stumbled into this new lifestyle here in Spain and with doing so, were we now allowing ourselves to become too comfortable in our current little bubble of existence ? In the long term, would this lifestyle be enough for us, or would we fall prey to the ‘Itchy Feet Syndrome’ yet again and go in search of the next dream 🤷‍♂️

No matter how much time I spent contemplating those questions, I never actually came up with a consolidated answer to any of those questions. In the beginning I truly believe that it was just a lust for adventure, to escape what had become mundane lives, or as others refer to it, ‘The Rat Race’, living to work rather than working to live. The Motor-homing lifestyle was a way to experience new places and cultures whilst we still could, that was well before Brexshit had even become a thing, but in the end, even that initial dream was never really fulfilled, although we did see lots of new places and had several great, and perhaps some not so great, adventures during our Motorhome travels, however we didn’t do or see anywhere near as much as we had initially intended, for a multitude of reasons. When we both finally agreed to end our Motorhome adventures, we were in total agreement that we did not want to return to live permanently in the UK, to the restrictions and limitations of living on an Island, and of course the weather, so, having purchased, what was only ever intended to be an occasional ‘Bolt Hole’ property, here in Spain, it then appeared to offer us the perfect solution.

Now, coming close to the end of our second full year of permanent living here in Spain, we have no regrets about any of the decisions that we have taken, they all provided us with opportunities to see, and do, other things. Perhaps we are still wearing those rose-coloured glasses, but for now at least, we cannot imagine living, or wanting to live, anywhere else, for whilst we do know that in reality it isn’t complete perfection, but for us, for what we currently want and need, it feels pretty damn close, but I am also a realist, and given our history of indecision and wanderlust over the last twelve years, will this lifestyle remain being enough, I guess only time will answer that one 🤷‍♂️

I know that I put a lot of what has happened in our lives to date down to, either the ‘Dark Forces’ or ‘Fate’, but it seemed quite a coincidence when, and completely out of the blue, whilst drafting this particular ramble over several days, and simultaneously seeking some sort of answer to all my questions, I came across the following quote…………………

Irrespective of my comments earlier about the News media, sometimes there are articles that just bring a smile to my face. You know by now about my belief in the health benefits of my strict ‘Anti-Covid Vaccine’ health regime 🍷🍷, although to be honest, it may not be quite as strict as I may sometimes lead you to believe 🙄 but, and not for the first time I have to say, I have medical evidence to totally justify this health regime 🤭

Remaining on the theme of the media bringing a smile to my face, but also the question of whether ‘Fate’ is once again trying to have an influence in our lives, although I am also beginning to wonder whether this ‘fate’ business is beginning to stretch things just a little too far now 😲 You by now know my love of Castles, there is just something about them that intrigues me, whenever I am walking around them I often wonder what it must have been like to live in them, in more peaceful times of course, not when people are trying to ram down your doors and waving swords in your face no I couldn’t be doing with that, although when you see Shazza in the kitchen waving around a carving knife, I wouldn’t give much for the invaders chances either. So, combining this love of castles and of living here in Spain, I think that fate is leading me to ‘my’ perfect residence, although I may have to start a ‘Go Fund Me’ site, so all contributions greatly appreciated 🤭

It is habitable and was recently used as a Guardia Civil HQ, it has already had extensive renovations conducted to initially convert it into a museum, but that plan failed to materialise, so it is back on the market so, you know what they say, ‘Once a Knight always a Knight, although twice a night is a little too much at my age’ 😂 Yes I know, this is one of those impossible dreams, ‘A Castle In The Air’ as the saying goes, but I did waste a hour or so thinking about it, enough turrets to place plenty of Solar Panels to create energy and save on the electricity bills, it probably has a well somewhere to provide water, Shazza would never go cold again in the winter months with all those massive open fireplaces, no problems with parking a Motorhome, plenty of space to build an internal and external swimming pool, lots of spare rooms for family and friend’s when they came to visit, what’s not to like ? Okay it could take Shazza a few hour’s to get dinner from the kitchen to the dining room 🙄 Mmmmmm and just think of all the cleaning involved 🙄 How many windows would there be to clean 🙄 Okay ! Come on now, do you really think that I was really seriously considering it 🤔

Finally, we now have a new neighbour, a permanent one rather than the occasional holiday rental’s. The apartment has been on the market for at least two year’s, the owner rarely used it, although his family used to come in the summer for a couple of weeks and then it was rented out to ‘friends’, so not technically, or legally, a rental property 🤔 We think it was initially advertised at too high a price, when these apartments were initially built they cost upwards of €2.5m, they depreciated enormously in the financial crash but many of the original owner’s who have wanted to sell them on since have had to take a massive loss. The price was reduced several times although we do not know what the final price paid by our new neighbour actually was ? Anyway, she introduced herself, she is from Romania but speaks perfect English, she is probably in her mid 50’s, she did not mention whether she has a partner though, she has been here sorting the apartment out all by herself so only time will tell, but she appears very nice and it is good to now have a permanent resident next door, rather than different people coming and going at all times of the day and night.

Although we have not been going anywhere beyond our immediate local area, we have been to Estepona, where we enjoyed a long walk from the Marina and along the promenade, a wander around the town, an Anti-Covid Vaccine (or perhaps two 🤭) finished off with a terrific lunch at a fish restaurant directly opposite the fish market on the harbour, which is near the Marina but away from the tourist places. Obviously several walks along our own seafront promenade with the usual ‘refreshment’ stops and the occasional lunches. The weather is pretty good at the moment with clear blue sky, calm blue/green sea, very warm with afternoon temperatures reaching 22 degrees(c), there has been the odd day over the last couple of weeks where we have had some of the wet stuff, nothing to really write home about but it is keeping our Embalce at 69%, so all in all, things are pretty much perfect down in our little corner of Spain and so we still feel quite content with our life here.

Hopefully in the next ramble I will be able to write about, and include some photographs of, somewhere that we have visited a little further afield from our own municipality, but until then………………….

Hasta Luego mi Amigos, La Vida es Buena

I can understand why, when the sun is shining, that those who are on holiday here, from the very much cooler North, head for the beach and elect to discard most of their clothes, some just trying to darken their lily white skin tones in this very pleasant warm sunshine, whilst some succumb to the lure of the sparkling blue sea and so I do have to confess, that as we sit in one of the seafront promenade Cafe’s, wrapped up in our layers of protective clothing, sipping on our piping hot coffee, that there is a wicked sense of amusement for us when we hear their screams which, unlike during the hotter Summer months, are not from the fun or excitement of splashing around playfully in the warm clear waters and, neither are these shrieks of horror from sudden attacks by beasts lurking beneath the water, simply put, they are from the realisation that the enticement of that clear blue water is actually a deceit, and that it only takes a few seconds of immersion, in what is actually icy cold water, to experience the almost instantaneous lack of any sort of feeling in their limbs. I know we should not take any pleasure in other people’s discomfort, but knowing the outcome of something in advance of it happening does, I have to confess, provide us, and the other onlookers, with some perverse sort of humour 🤭

We had completed ‘Stage 1’ of our redecoration programme the previous week, and within only three days, although we had both thought that it would take us much longer, with putting two coats of paint on both the guest room bedroom, and the balcony walls, but once you get stuck into something, having prepared in advance with the masking up, removal of wall fixtures and covering the floor and furniture, it was pretty much a straightforward affair. The bonus of that was that we managed to get out for our walks more than what we had anticipated during that week, and even enjoyed eating lunch out on a couple of occasions, for the weather too had taken an upturn. The four consecutive days of rain that had been forecast, by you know who, never materialised, in fact it had been quite sunny and reasonably warm, not tee-shirts, shorts and flip-flops warm though, but pleasant enough to enjoy a cold beer rather than a hot coffee and being able to sit enjoying the feeling of warmth on our faces, we were also able to conduct people watching much more discreetly from behind the darkened lenses of our sunglasses 🤭

We have however also been keeping a watchful eye on ‘Storm Éowyn’, which had wreaked havoc in some places within the UK, but also in many other Northern European Countries too, including the Northern areas of Spain and Portugal. Fortunately, for us, apart from an increase in the wind strengths, here on the South Eastern coastline we had remained largely unaffected. However, we may not be so lucky with the next storm that is arriving very swiftly on the coat tails of ‘ Storm Eowyn’, that one being ‘Storm Herminia’. The ‘Works of Fiction’ that we consult on a daily basis, all four of them, were very unusually all in agreement with their individual forecasts, and it wasn’t good news, especially as the National and Local Media news channels were also reinforcing the same bad weather message, although no ‘Flood Alert’ warnings had been put in place for any Regions, just high tide warnings at the majority of the coastal areas 🤔

It was a grey overcast Sunday morning, but it was dry and there was barely a breeze, so we went out for our usual morning walk, it helped to get us out and away from the smell of the paint, which is another of the things that I hate about re-decorating. As we walked through the Marina we observed that all of the tourist Cafe/Bars were all pretty much full, the aroma of bacon swiftly reached my nostrils, and very tempting it was too, but I didn’t succumb, although that was probably primarily due to Shazza who kept yanking on my lead every time I raised my nose in the air as we walked past the plates of Eggs, Bacon and Sausages, calling out sternly at me to ‘heel’ and ‘walk on’, although I actually suspect that it is really because she gets so embarrassed when I keep stopping to mark my territory on every lamppost and palm tree that we pass 😂

The beach had no sun worshippers on it, hardly surprising given the grey leaden sky, but the beach fishermen, and women, were once again out in force, for some it is a family day and they come prepared with their beach chairs and picnics, which is usual on a weekend, there was also a high volume of dog walkers as well as the beach joggers and the yoga fanatics, and why not, it isn’t all about sunshine, you can enjoy the outdoor lifestyle here on most days, unless their is a storm brewing that is, but for now their was no sign of its impending arrival even if the clouds did look rather menacing so for now there was no risk of having to eat soggy sandwiches, or roll up sodden rubber exercise mats or suffering the stench of wet rain soaked canines 🤢

We started to walk past the vast array of seafront Cafe/Bars and Restaurants, outside one of our favourite fish restaurant the waiters were preparing the tables for lunch, not even the threat of wind and rain prevents the Spanish from coming out for their two hour weekend family lunches. We knew the waiters at this one particular establishment quite well and often stop and just pass the usual pleasantries with them, as well as discussing how our respective football teams are getting on, one waiter is an ardent ‘Real Madrid’ supporter, the other a ‘Barcelona’ fan, both teams being fierce rivals in the Spanish La Liga. Very recently both teams met in a Spanish Cup Final, with Barcelona coming out the undisputed victors with a 5-2 win, now of course it would have been remiss of me not to mention it, but Shazza and I decided to depart rather hastily whilst they continued to debate with each other over the parentage and eye health of the Referee in that particular match 🤭

Unfortunately, both of the seafront Cafe/Bars that we would normally stop at for our midway coffee break were closed for a couple of weeks ‘Vacacione’ (Holiday), so we just sauntered along the full length of the promenade to the boundary of our Municipality, delineated by a long wooden footbridge over the river, the turtles that usually inhabit this area were obvious by their absence, perhaps they were aware of the impending storm and had sought refuge upstream 🤔 We turned around and made our way back, through the backstreets, rather than back along the seafront promenade, thinking that it would be wiser to avoid the Police, who by now may be searching for the cause of the battering at the fish restaurant 😂 We walked to another one of our favourite Cafe/Bars, located in a small Plaza, we like this one too, as it is off the main tourist thoroughfare, one street back from the seafront but still with a partial view of the sea, generally the clientele here are primarily Spanish and so we engage in a spot of ‘People Listening’, just by way of improving our language skills you understand, it is rewarding when you realise that you can understand the gist of a conversation, albeit perhaps not every single word. On another day, when we are not in any particular hurry to be anywhere else, which okay I know is most days, we would finish our coffee’s and then order a small cold refreshing beer and make small talk putting the world to rights, as you do. But on this occasion the lack of sunshine meant that being sat stationery for too long made us feel chilled, so we headed back towards and through the Marina to the car, then returned home for lunch where we had a large bowl of Shazza’s home-made spicy red lentil soup with a wedge of her home-made sour dough bread 😋 I sat looking out to sea, waiting for the early signs that the storm was on its way but, whilst the clouds remained a thunder grey, the sea was calm and I began to question whether the ‘Works of Fiction’ had got it wrong yet again. We both strongly suspect that since the devastating Valencia floods, the ‘Works of Fiction’ play safe and forecast every bad weather event in the worst case scenario format, why else would they forecast ‘four’ consecutive days of rain that didn’t materialise 🤷‍♂️

Although the wind had got up just before 8pm, the wet stuff that it brought with it was nothing more than a slight drizzle. It was 2am when I was awoken by the wind assisted rain hammering on the outer security shutters, I could hear the heavy palm leaves thrashing around outside, they were in a right frenzy, ‘Storm Herminia’ had arrived, Shazza didn’t stir so she was well into her dreamland state, I pulled the duvet up around my shoulders and went back to sleep.

We had already decided, that come rain or shine we would be having a leisurely day in the following day anyway, so the rain had not had any impact on that score, we had re-stocked with provisions a few days earlier, when we had taken a day off from painting duties, so we had no reason to go out, the weather could do it’s worst, there were no active flood alerts, but their was at least a positive side to this storm as the heavy and prolonged downpour would at least be sufficient to add to the levels in our Embalce, which just goes to proves that you can always find a positive within a negative, if you look for it 😉

The following day, as I sat on the balcony, looking out on a very dark grey leaden sky, watching and listening to the palm leaves still thrashing around in the tumultuous whistling wind, watching and listening to the rain as it hammers against the French windows, watching as each of the heavy drops of rain somersaulted high off the pavement and road below, I felt safe and secure in my elevated sanctuary. Strangely enough their were seabirds still flying overhead, well more like hovering, much like a trapeze artist crossing a narrow wire, wings tipping awkwardly to one side before re-balancing and then suddenly tipping again to the other side, and not in a calm or controlled way, they were fighting hard against the very strong wind but they never dropped from their invisible high wire and they soon disappeared from my sight. The intensity of the rain decreased for a while and, when it did, I once again could see a very clear visible difference between the horizon and the sea, but it was still too dark to see any freighters who may be challenging the now very rough sea, this break in the weather did not last long, the sky darkened once more and with it, the blackening clouds released yet another prolonged deluge of water.

Shazza found it too chilly to sit with me on the balcony, she instead curled up in the corner on one of the sofa’s in the living room, the two bar electric heater providing her with a cozy warmth, she sat reading, lost in a book on her Kindle, oblivious to everything else going on in the outside world. ‘The Sun Will Shine Again Tomorrow’, or maybe the day after, I thought to myself, because I knew that the rain never lasts very long here, that is the one thing that we can be certain of and one of the many upsides of living in this little corner of Southern Spain.

Being confined I found even more amusement reading one particular story that made the front page in one of the English newspaper headlines, and it came as no surprise to me to see the usual media suspects trying to instigate verbal warfare, ill-feelings and distain upon another neighbouring Nation. It would appear that they have got bored, or tired, of publishing inaccurate garbage about how Spain hate the ‘Brits’, so now they are trying to instigate discord with the French, I can fully understand why the EU were probably even much more pleased than the ‘UK Leave Voters’ with the ‘Brexshit’ decision.

Now, as usual, I can only quote from our personal experiences and primarily from the days when we lived full-time in our Motorhome. Visit ‘any’ large city or town in ‘any’ country and you will rarely experience a personalised welcome, perhaps only in a Hotel, Gite or Restaurant upon initial arrival, but you are a tourist at the end of the day and they just want your money, same as in London, Edinburgh, Madrid, Lisbon, Rome etc. etc. However, we tended to visit the smaller French towns and villages, we practiced speaking the most basic french words, the please and thank you’s etc., which was always appreciated and we were never treated with hostility or unfriendliness. I even remember recounting in my van blog posts how, due to ‘Twat Nav’, in the centre of Paris on a busy four lane carriageway, we came off at a wrong junction in our 9 metre van, there was a tunnel which we realised that we would not get under and so would have to reverse into the busy flow of traffic, one of my numerous van life ‘brown trouser’ moments 🤭 Anyway, seeing our mistake, luckily their were a team of road workmen nearby, they re-directed traffic flow from one of the lanes and assisted us with reversing and getting back into the flow of traffic again, they could have just stood, watched and laughed at our dilemma, but they didn’t and we still remain eternally grateful to them. Now I could go on with numerous examples of our good interactions with people in France, the friendliness and courtesy we have experienced, of course their will be those who have had some not so pleasant experiences, but, do we not all have our bad days now and again 🤷‍♂️ Don’t tell me either that all British people are always tolerant, welcoming, helpful and friendly towards foreign visitor’s, so, and just by way of a reminder, ‘those that live in glass houses should not throw stones’ 😉

And okay go on then, seeing as I am having such a fun time, here is another one for you where I nearly split my sides laughing…………

So, and you have to understand that I do have mixed feelings about sharing this information with you, because in all honesty, do I really want our Swimming Pool, Favourite Beach, Cafe/Bar‘s and Restaurants inundated with tourists from June through to September 🤔 🙄 Well, okay then, as long as you promise not to spread this around and you save us a pool sun lounger and space on the beach when you get here 🤭 “Drum Roll Please” 🎶🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🎶 “There is no ‘Tourist Ban in Spain” 🥳🥳🥳 and just as an added bonus for you, the Spanish may hate their Government, Bureaucracy and the ‘Works of Fiction’, which is a normal state of affairs, but they do not really hate ‘Tourists’ ? The signs and protests are more a bargaining chip to get the Government to provide them with more access to affordable housing, although I wouldn’t advise wearing a Tee-Shirt stating, “I Booked My Holiday Through Air BNB” 😂😂😂😂

Until the next time, stay safe and warm and keep away from floating cars and tree trunks 😉

Hasta Luego mi Amigos, La Vida Es Buena

Unless we have somewhere specific to be, or have made the decision to do something a little different, like drive somewhere a little further outside of our immediate locality, our normal morning routines these days are pretty much a nice slow and leisurely affair, so it is quite a rare occurrence for us to feel the need to have to set the alarm on the bedside clock. On Wednesday 15th, we had made a morning appointment, in Fuengirola, which is about a forty-minute drive away, to meet ‘Joe’, the owner of the firm that is going to re-model and install our new master en-suite bathroom, the same firm that re-modelled and installed our new kitchen last year. However, on the evening before, and at short notice, we had been invited round to some friends, for drinks and nibbles, although with our early start the following morning we didn’t want to over indulge on the Anti-Covid Vaccines as we didn’t want to oversleep and be late for our appointment, but there is a big difference between not wanting to do something and actually being disciplined enough to do it 🫣🙄

We have known these fellow British neighbour’s for several year’s, they have lived here for several year’s prior to ‘Brexshit’ and so the ‘Residency’ transition for them was far simpler than our experience. However, and unlike Shazza and myself, they are quite active and social within the local British Expat Community, so they give us all the news on those fronts, some of which can be informative, however a lot of it is also just ‘general gossip’, so needless to say really but the contributions to the overall conversation throughout the evening, from Shazza and myself, was pretty minimal, being the anti-social individuals from the Expat community that we have become. However, the advantage to that being that during the evening I could concentrate on other, more priority matters, namely the consumption of Anti-Covid Vaccines and scoffing the assorted nibbles, it would have been rude not to, but with the occasional break in proceedings to say, “Really ?”, just to show that I was actually listening 🤭 To be fair, they are actually a very nice couple, and of a similar age group to ourselves and they have a vast amount of local knowledge which, when needed, we have tapped in to from time to time. I guess you could say that Shazza and I are more information ‘gatherers’ than ‘providers’ but we do discuss our respective families with each other, and as they too like to travel, we also exchange information on our various travel destinations. To be honest, we are not as anti-social as I may try to make out at times, although we are not in and out of other residents apartments we do know, and chat to, a lot of our other International neighbours, our Spanish Gardner and the very nice Spanish lady who does the communal cleaning, most speak very good English, but even those that don’t, we still manage to communicate with quite well as our Spanish vocabulary is growing quite well, so it serves as good basic conversational practice for us.

Joe had asked us to meet with him, not at his showroom in Mijas Costa, but at a tile shop he uses in Fuengirola, so that we could select the design, and colour, of the new bathroom floor and wall tiles. Whilst we often drive past Fuengirola on the main A7 coastal road, we rarely stop there, unless Shazza wants to go to the ‘Holland & Barrett’ health store to get her re-supplies of herbal teas, and a few other ‘Plant Based’ vitamin products that she cannot get locally in our own shops. So, as the health store is only ten minutes away from the tile shop, she decided that we would leave a little earlier so that we could stop their first and she could re-stock her dwindling supplies.

It was a bright and sunny morning but still quite chilly, at only 8 degrees(c), so we were both wearing our jeans and ‘three’ top layers of clothing, roll on March when Spring and the much warmer weather will return to these shores 🥶 However, inside the car out of the chill, with the heater on and the sun shining in through the windows, it was warm, even the sparkling bright blue sea looked enticing. This part of the coastal road is always busy with cars, motorcycles, buses and trucks, all in a hurry to get somewhere and, although their are several different holiday coastal resorts along this particular stretch, from San Pedro all the way up to Fuengirola, and beyond, apart from the signposts identifying that you have entered one, it is hard to differentiate between them as they all sit next door to each other, with their own high rise apartment blocks, hotels, shopping malls, marinas, seafront promenades, although occasionally there is a stretch where the pine forest disect the communities, but basically it is just a mass of sprawling urbanisations on both sides of the road. Shazza had elected to drive and so I just sat and gazed out of the windows looking to see who had the best views from their apartment or hotel windows and balconies, although I couldn’t spend too much time daydreaming as I also had to act as an extra pair of eyes on the fast moving traffic that comes at you from all sides. Although it appears busy now, it is ten times worse during the peak Summer holiday period, that is when we choose to pay the small toll fee and use the very much quieter AP7 that virtually runs parallel with this coastal road. Nobody along this particular stretch of the A7 is very far from the beachfront, or town centres, some can walk to them from their front doors, whilst for others it may be a short 10-15 minute car journey or bus ride. We both commented on how long we thought it would be before these type of coastal Urbanisations engulfed our area too, with the number of cranes dominating the skyline erecting new build holiday complexes all along this coastline at an astonishing pace, we agreed that it may not be that far away 😢

We eventually found a place to park the car, a ten minute walk from the actual tile shop, where Joe himself had just arrived and was waiting for us. Much like our kitchen project, we are having our current master bathroom ensuite completely gutted and re-modelled. We are having a concealed sliding ‘Pocket Door’ installed, which is going to involve them knocking out part of an existing wall and then rebuilding a new one to accommodate the concealed sliding door when it is open, which is actually much like they use on Motor Yachts these days, so I did also consider asking them to put in a porthole, and a towel rail disguised as a helmsmans wheel, but Shazza vetoed that idea, before I had even verbally aired the suggestion to her 😲 she knows me too well, I should get her a job with the ‘Thought Police’ 😂 Anyway, after a lot of deliberations, as the choice of tiles was extensive, we decided on a similar colour combination to the one we have used in our new kitchen, a charcoal back wall in the full length walk-in shower area, which with chrome shower fittings should contrast quite nicely, then slightly lighter grey tiles on the remaining walls and floor. Although the new bathroom facilities, Sink, WC and Bidet, will be standard white, the cabinetry frontage on the wall and sink vanity unit, that isn’t mirrored, will also be finished in matching charcoal.

Tiles selected, Joe placed the order and then we departed and headed for Joe’s showroom premises in Mijas Costa, only a fifteen minute drive away. I hadn’t expected it to be so difficult to select the bathroom fixtures and fittings, from the range of shower units, types of shower heads, taps, towel rails, sink units and cabinetry, mirror wall unit and additional storage wall cabinet, WC’s, Bidet’s, toilet roll holders, placement of electric light switch, which had to be re-located due to the installation of new sliding pocket door, placement of one standard electrical socket and a USB shaver point, so trying to select all of this whilst trying to imagine the new bathroom layout and colour scheme in our heads and from basic computer generated drawings, our brains were getting overloaded 🥴 Joe is pretty good, he let us make the decisions, but would offer his advice when we asked for it and, like with the new kitchen he installed for us, nothing is impossible, he has his own team of designers, plumbers, builder’s, electricians and carpenters and so will design, build and install to what each individual customer requires. We came away after around an hour of deliberations with a Project start date of 9th June. In the next week we will receive Computer generated drawings of our new look bathroom and can then, if we so wish, make any amendments to it, so at least I have another entry to put in to my 2025 Calendar of events, which keeps me, and my OCD Buddy, very happy 😁

Although neither of us relish the chore of grocery shopping these days, I suggested to Shazza that we may as well get that task out of the way as well, on our way back home, she gave a less than enthusiastic response but agreed, well it did make sense, seeing as we would have to pass the Supermarket anyway 🤷‍♂️ But first things first, we both needed a coffee, and I was hungry, must have been something to do with the stress of watching all of the Euro’s go flying out of the bank account in the blink of an eye 😲 But we both knew just the place, a Cafe that is also part of a fuel filling station and conveniently located just a few minutes walk from the kitchen showroom, they do the best fully loaded proper ‘English Bacon’ sandwich for miles around 😋😋 By the time we returned home with our fully laden shopping bags, we had been out for a little over five hours, but in the end it had been a very productive day.

The stars must have been aligned for us during that week, for the following morning, which thankfully was back to our normal more leisurely starts to the day, I started reading the local Spanish news and discovered that from April this year, for those that are eligible and on the State Healthcare medical scheme, Dental Treatment will be provided ‘Free’, my most favourite word in the world. Up until now, Dental treatment has always had to be paid for and obtained privately, even for normal Spanish citizens. Costs for private dental treatment is not actually that expensive in Spain, subject to the type of treatment of course and their are lots of Dental Practices available, we have at least four in our town, so I guess that now they may have to put their charges up to cover for the loss of client’s who will now come under this new scheme.

Now if that wasn’t enough good news to start off my day, later the same morning I received an Email, followed up by a text message, from my mobile phone service provider informing me that they were doubling my Data allowance at no extra cost, which, although it is not quite as good as my favourite ‘Free’ word, but very nearly, so I will take it 🤗

Now I must just put this in to some sort of perspective for Shazza, or myself, never use anywhere near the original 50Gb allowance that we have on our individual mobile subscriptions, so we will not actually ‘personally’ benefit from this very generous gift, but then again it isn’t all about just us is it 🤔 There may be other’s who do use all of their Data allowance each month, and so have had to pay for any additional Data that they have used. Now I am making the assumption that both Shazza and I are not the only customer’s to receive this additional Data, so my more ‘Cynical’ side has resurfaced, and I actually find myself asking the question ‘Why ?’ 🙄 Mobile service providers do not ‘normally’ give Data away for ‘Free’, so there has to be a more devious, or perhaps more likely, a corporate, motive for their actions. I know what you are thinking, ‘For goodness sake Eric, just accept this very generous offer and stop asking questions’, and of course I will, I am certainly not going to say ‘No thank you I don’t want it’ am I ? But I am also of an age where I have been brought up with the notion that ‘Nothing In Life Is Ever Really Free’ and ‘If Something Looks Too Good To Be True’ usually it isn’t, so I am just putting it out there, that’s all 🤷‍♂️

I do not usually suffer from fully blown seasonal colds and I honestly cannot remember the last time that I suffered with ‘Influenza’ (Flu), fortunately, neither have I suffered with ‘Covid’, although I was ‘blackmailed’ into having the very first initial inoculation, and subsequently, six months later, the follow up booster, although since then we have both declined invitations for any further Covid or Influenza inoculations, which is a completely personal choice for our own personal reasons. So, I was a bit surprised when I woke up on the Friday morning with a dull headache, all my teeth ached (Neuralgia), I had the ‘sniffles’ and watery eyes, all the early symptoms of a head cold 😲 I am reluctant to take any medications, unless absolutely necessary, and usually just try to let nature take its course and for my own immune system to go into battle with any invading bacteria which, I do have to say, has always worked. However, one natural anti-cold remedy that I have used for a number of years if I do get the ‘sniffles’ is, a squeeze of natural lemon juice in a large mug, a thickly cut slice of lemon, a spoonful of natural honey and scalding it all together in boiling water, three or four mugs throughout the day is generally enough. Although I felt pretty miserable with the symptoms, probably more with the consistent dull headache and neuralgia, by early evening all of the symptoms had totally disappeared and all was good in my world again 🤗 However, as I always try to analyse things, I wondered why I should suddenly suffer with these symptoms whilst Shazza hadn’t 🤷‍♂️ The only thing that I could logically put this down to was the big variations in the recent weather, I can usually tolerate colder temperatures far better than Shazza but recently, I too had been feeling the icy chill that had been tormenting this coastline area over the last few weeks, and very much more than I had expected to and, it wasn’t as if I hadn’t dressed appropriately for these colder conditions. Oh well, it will just have to remain one of life’s many mysteries, but at least my faith in my ‘Old Wives Cold Remedy’ remains in tact 😉

Saturday saw another dramatic change in the temperatures, for days it had not gotten any higher than 15-17 degrees(c), with temperatures at night between 6-8 degrees(c), but when I awoke on that particular morning, completely ‘sniffle’ free with none of the other symptoms of the previous day, there was no early morning chill in the air and by 10am it was already 18 degrees(c). The ‘Works of Fiction’ were forecasting 22-23 degrees(c) by mid-afternoon, but, should I trust them 🙄

We decided that as it was the weekend we would delay our usual daily walk and, instead of stopping for a coffee, as it would be nearer lunch time by the time we reached the town seafront, that we would partake of a nice cold ‘Cervesa’ (Beer) first, and whilst doing so could, amongst our people watching and listening activities, choose what and where we fancied going for lunch 😋

The Marina and Town were both quite busy, what with it being a weekend and sunny and very warm, so it appeared that everyone was making the most of it whilst they could, as the ‘Works of Fiction’ had got their ‘Bah Humbug’ faces on once again and had also forecasted that this sunshine and warm temperatures would be short-lived, with four consecutive days of rain coming, starting on Tuesday. Yes we know that it is Winter and, Yes we know that we still continue to need as much of the wet stuff as possible, to keep the Embalce’s topped up, prior to the searingly hot Summer months, but come on, four consecutive days of it, they’re having a laugh 🤷‍♂️ and to add to their amusement, the temperatures are also once again forecast to drop. I wouldn’t be surprised if they decided to rename this area from the ‘Costa del Sol 😎’ (Sunshine Coast) to the ‘Costa del Frio 🥶’ (Cold Coast).

However, whilst the good weather is back, no matter how short a period that may be, we were going to take full advantage of it and so we sat and enjoyed an additional cold Cerveza, which is one good thing that does actually taste better cold 🤭 We spent a lot of time being both the ‘Fashion and Weight Watchers Police’, which is always a good source of personal entertainment for us, “Oh, how judgemental are we ?” I said to Shazza, then I quietly sang to her the first line of a song that I knew, which seemed very appropriate, 🎶 Oh Lord it’s hard to be humble, when we are perfect in every way 🎶 and then we both just laughed, at ourselves of course 😂

We were too hungry to wait until we had walked back to the Marina, so we decided to eat at a small seafront Pizza restaurant in the town, we have dined here before and have never had any complaints. We were sat in the sunshine enjoying another pre-luncheon Anti-Covid Vaccine, well at least one of us was 🤭 Now that we were finally moving ahead with Project 2, we discussed Project 3, the last of our planned major projects, and one that we had been putting off since last year, which is the complete redecoration of the apartment, which we would once again do ourselves. However, unlike the last time, when we did it all in one go, we agreed that this time we would do it in stages, for very good logical reasons. We could decorate some areas before they came to do the bathroom, but with dismantling walls and removing some old and larger pieces of bathroom fixtures and fittings, there were some areas best left until after they had finished and we had cleaned up the brick dust. Whilst the bathroom project was being undertaken we would re-locate ourselves to the guest bedroom and use the guest bathroom facilities. The kitchen had been redecorated after the installation of the new kitchen so that didn’t need doing again. So, Stage One would be the re-decoration of the guest bedroom and bathroom, before we relocated into them, and we would also re-decorate the balcony, these we agreed we would commence this coming week as we had already purchased the paint, and replenished or renewed any decorating accessories, during the previous week. It made good sense, especially as it was forecast to be raining for four days. Stage 2 would have to wait until they had completed the installation of our new ensuite bathroom and, although that wouldn’t need to be done, apart from a general clean up after the contractor’s had departed, we would redecorate our master bedroom before we moved back into it and, also whilst at it, redecorate the inner hallway that separates the two bedrooms and guest bathroom. However, by that time it will be the height of Summer with daytime temperatures back up to the 40 degree(c) mark and night temperatures at 24-25 degrees(c), far too hot, not just for us but the paint would dry too quickly as we were applying it, so the last stage, Stage 3, the Living/Dining Room would have to wait until October.

So with our upcoming UK trip, the redecoration stages, the installation of the new ensuite, the as yet unknown, number of visitors who may want to come out to stay with us between now and Summer and our own, still to be decided, travel plans, it looks as if our 2025 diary of events is beginning to take some sort of shape 🤷‍♂️ My goodness it will soon be Christmas again !! 🍻🍾🥂🍗🎄😂😂😂

As I start to wrap up this latest ramble, prior to publishing it, we have now completed the redecoration of the Guest Bedroom, two coats of paint 😲 so we are taking a day off tomorrow (Wednesday) and starting the balcony on Thursday, but we are already fed up of painting, next time I will find a man that does it for a living 😉 As for the rain……….. well surprise, surprise, they got it wrong again so obviously the ‘Three Kings’ did not deliver their new Crystal Balls, instead of grey sky and rain, we have blue sky, sunshine and 19 degree(c) temperatures and the new ten day forecast does not show one drop of wet stuff in it 🤷‍♂️ How on earth do they manage to consistently keep their jobs when they consistently get the forecasts so wrong ? But I don’t want to finish with my grumpy head on so having seen this recently on Facebook, which did tend to strike a chord with me, I thought I would share it with you…….

Well my friends, that’s enough ‘rambling’ from me, for now, so until the next time……………….

Hasta Luego mi Amigos, La Vida Es Buena

It was Friday 3rd January, we had done the first part of our morning walk and so were sat having our coffee at one of our usual seafront Cafe/Bar’s. It was sunny and warm, barely a cloud in the sky and, finally, the wind had changed direction from the much chillier and blustery Easterlies, which had been with us for nearly two weeks, into a gentle Westerly with more of a light breeze than a wind. It was still only 17 degrees(c), these sort of temperatures are pretty much normal for this time of year and, although there may be the odd one or two degree variations, these daytime temperatures generally remain much the same throughout the majority of January, with the occasional day, here and there, of light rain. However the temperatures drop rapidly to around 8 degrees almost as soon as the sun begins to drop in the sky, but now, even the sunset is getting to be a little later each day with darkness not arriving until nearly 7pm. With the icy chill now gone, we basked in the warming rays of the morning sunshine and remained a little longer than unusual, sitting and enjoying a bit of an extended period of people watching, well it seemed rude not to. Being a Friday morning, the weekly market was in full swing and that, and the sunshine, had brought lots of people out from their winter hibernations, so the seafront felt vibrant and alive once more.

The Christmas and New Year celebrations, in most other Countries, are generally all over and done with by this first weekend of the New Year but, here in Spain, this particular weekend is the real main festive event, ‘Three Kings Day’, although officially it is on Monday 6th, which is a Bank Holiday, however the main parades and celebrations are held on the weekend before. Many of the Spanish, as well as some Winter sun tourists, are still on their extended festive holiday’s, apart from the shop workers and many of the Cafes/Bars and Restaurants of course, although some, in the more touristy areas will have closed at the end of the tourist season and would not open again until February or March. In almost every single village, town and city throughout Spain, the streets will be crammed full of people in a carnival like atmosphere and, in the larger cities, it is quite a large and Spectacular event, starting at lunchtime and going on until late into the evening.

Many of the Spanish that had travelled down to our area, from further inland, either from up in the mountains, or from Spanish regions further North, have holiday homes here too, so some of them were still here on their extended winter vacations and that does actually serve as a bit of a bonus for Shazza and myself 🤔 We are, slowly but surely, beginning to distinguish some of the varying dialects of those who do not originate from this part of the Andalusian region, although the differences are not always as obvious as many of the much stronger differing dialects that there are within different regions in the UK, here they are a little more subtle. In our particular area of southern Andalusia they tend to not sound the ‘s’ at the end of ‘some’ words e.g. Buenos Dias (Good Day) is pronounced ‘Buen Dia’ here and, words and sentences are ‘generally’ spoken at a much slower pace, as opposed to the much faster ‘machine gun’ Spanish spoken elsewhere in Spain. Also, and just to add to our understanding difficulties when trying to discreetly listen in to conversations of the local community here 🤭 is that they often abbreviate sentences and words in their normal day to day conversations, the normal street language, unlike the more proper ‘formal’ structured sentences that you get taught from the language tutorial programmes which, when you start to practice them in the real world scenarios, do serve to make you stand out as a ‘foreigner’ and non-native speaker. However, that said, most of the locals do appreciate it when you at least attempt to speak in Spanish, they generally understand what you are saying, or trying to say, and will often try to help you with the right words, or the pronunciations of those words. Sometimes we will even ask them “What is the word for that ?” Or “How do you say……?” and they are very happy to help, although we wouldn’t do it if we were at the front of a long queue at the check-out in a supermarket 😲 But just by way of giving you a brief example on how things can vary, ‘formally’ we would say “Que tenga un buen dia” (Have a good day), but here they just say ‘Tenga buen dia’, and, the ‘formal’ response to that would be ‘Et Tu’ (and you) but actually, the locals here respond generally with “Igualmente” (Likewise) and, although the use of either is correct, they do tend to look slightly impressed and give a smile when you answer with the more local ‘informal’ version. But I guess it is very much the same for foreign visitor’s who have used language courses to speak English, where the formal teaching methods do not reflect the ‘real world’ day to day spoken version in different Regions, so we can imagine the difficulties a foreigner visitor would have, if they went to Cornwall, Birmingham, Merseyside, Newcastle, Scotland, Wales or Ireland, I mean where in the English language course would you learn, “Hey wack, scud dat” 😲 😂

This language learning and speaking business, even after eighteen months of living here, is still very much a work in progress for us, but we do not beat ourselves up about our slow progress and we continue to self-teach ourselves, using several ‘free’ on-line linguistic programmes and, if we are going somewhere where we know we may need to use a specific Spanish word, phrase or sentence, perhaps on the rare occasions we may visit or phone the car dealership to book a service, or go to a large DIY store for plumbing parts or decorating materials etc. then we tend to look it up on ‘Google Translate’ and then try to memorise it, which to be honest sometimes works and sometimes it doesn’t 🤷‍♂️ It is quite important though not to be afraid, or even embarrassed, at trying to speak the language and even to be able to laugh at yourself when you do get it wrong, the frown on their face is usually the clue that they haven’t understood you and believe me, just saying it much slower and much louder does not help one little bit 🤭 But it can get quite comical when, on occasions, I do sometimes revert to playing ‘Charades’, to attempt to visually inform them of what it is that we are looking for, although, in truth that doesn’t always help, especially when trying to imitate using an electric drill, I see the horror come across their face, then they shake their heads from side to side, before telling me in no uncertain terms that they are not permitted to sell ‘over the counter’ Machine Guns, well to be honest I was never very good at ‘Charades’ but it did make me wonder whether they sold under the counter one’s 😲 However, that apart, the actual biggest disadvantage that we happen to have, in our corner of Spain, is that we are in a popular tourist area, all the way along this coastline, from Malaga down to Gibraltar, so a lot of the Spanish population do actually speak and understand English and so, whilst we may prefer to try and practice our Spanish speaking skills on them, ‘they’ inevitably also want to practice their English speaking skills on us 🤷‍♂️ I guess that is why we enjoy it so much when we go on road trips elsewhere within Spain, to some of the areas where English is not generally spoken or understood and, so far, we have managed to survive quite well for 18 months, mainly without any major issues, so we are quite happy to just continue to keep improving, little by little at our own pace.

Anyway, I digressed again didn’t I, so where was I 🤔…………… Oh yes ! With the sea being as flat and calm as a millpond, the sun sparkling off the surface of the emerald green and blue water, the paddle boarders were out in force, along with some kayakers, small leisure boats doing a spot of sea fishing, there were even swimmers braving, what are still chilly Winter waters, and even a handful were laying on the beach sunbathing 😲 We sat and smiled as we watched them enjoying the warmth on this part of the Costa del Sol, although like many of the other more permanent residents of this area, we were dressed in our now more normal Winter attire, jeans, long-sleeved shirts, Shazza wearing a warm hoodie top, me with my sleeveless but padded body warmer, confirming beyond any doubt that we had now become well and truly acclimatised to the Spanish seasonal weather in this, our little corner of the Costa del Sol. Of course, we also smiled when we thought how, in the UK, 17 degrees(c) would be considered almost tropical at this time of year 😂

After our coffee, people watching and listening session, we walked up into the main town, which again was full of both shoppers and people, some enjoying Cafe and ‘Churros’, or Tostado’s, at the pavement Cafe’s, other’s scurrying in and out of shops, well okay, not actually scurrying, as that would intimate that they were moving at a faster pace than normal, this is Spain after all, so probably fairer to say that it was more of an ‘ambling’ pace 🤭 Shazza wanted to take the opportunity to stock up on a few more fruit and vegetable items, seeing as the shops would be shut over the Bank Holiday period, we were now back on to the ‘healthier’ plant based dietary regime after our week of over indulgence on, well let’s just call them the less healthy food options, which I confess we had ‘both’ enjoyed to the full, possibly a little more than we should have done but hey, come on, it had been Christmas after all 🤷‍♂️ In theory, I would now have to wait until we returned to the UK at Easter, so that I could try to entice the Grandchildren into sharing some of their Easter Eggs, or any other of their illicit sweet treats, with me and no, I don’t feel guilty, they have more than what is good for them so, as I see it, it is just a case of Grandad saving them from themselves 🤭 Although, but don’t tell Shazza this, for I will neither confirm, nor deny, that I may just have secreted some of the unopened illicit Christmas left over treasures to eat by myself, once the food police had retired to bed that is 😂

Whether it was the delightful warmth of the sunshine, the sounds of the sea gently rippling up onto the shoreline, or the volume of happy looking people we passed on the seafront promenade, for some reason, as we were walking back to the car with our shopping bags, we started to discuss what trips we may perhaps elect to do this coming year, although the word ‘discuss’ may imply a deep and meaningful conversation, so let’s just call it a brief dialogue 🤔 Back in our more conventional lives, prior to retirement and before commencing our Motor Home full-timing adventures, when we both had careers and had to work for a living, probably much like lots of other people in the same situation, we had to plan, and pre-book, our annual holidays well in advance, especially with Shazza being in the teaching profession, which tended to limit the periods in which we could take our annual holidays. Back in those days we used to divide our different holiday periods between those that we would take, either within the UK or in mainland Europe, touring in our Motorhome during the Easter period and the warmer Summer months, in late July we would generally do a road trip for several consecutive weeks before Shazza had to return for pre-term ‘Teacher Training Days’ or, with her being an Assistant Head Teacher, ‘Management Meetings’, so we were usually restricted to no more than four weeks, then, once a year, usually in the Autumn or Early Spring, outside of the ‘Cyclone & Hurricane’ seasons, we would go on a luxury ‘All-Inclusive’ hotel style holiday somewhere hot, and much further afield, but again, those hotel holiday’s also had to be pre-booked months in advance, however, now that we can be a lot more flexible, booking way in advance is no longer necessary which is actually quite nice, well it would be if one of us didn’t have an OCD Buddy 🤔

Although we are now retired and it would seem that, the ‘World is our Oyster’ as the saying goes, we do still have some, not necessarily restrictions as such, let’s call them ‘considerations’, when planning our own holiday periods 🤔 We have family member’s who, for obvious reasons, want to come out to visit us during the hotter Summer months, then other’s, who are not fans of the excessive Spanish heat, who prefer to visit during the Spring or Autumn and, as we are not that inclined to want to go back to the UK every year, then we try to accommodate visitor’s dates when they want to come to us, above our own travel requirements. But even when it does come to our own, more Northerly or Easterly European wish list destinations, Autumn and Winter months are not ideal, as Shazza is less tolerant than me of colder temperatures, so it isn’t as if we can just close our eyes and stick a pin in the calendar to decide when to go on our travels 🤷‍♂️ But, there is also a lot more of Central and Northern Spain that we both want to visit and explore, as well as some areas in neighbouring Portugal so, at the end of the day, we are spoilt for choice and so can balance our travel destinations out.

But it is a little strange because even the type of travel destinations have now changed, from the locations that we once used to select as a priority, for the sunny beachfront destinations offer no more than what we already currently have here, which comes with the added bonus of having no travel and accommodation costs, so we are already in a perfect holiday location 🤷‍♂️ Anyway, over the following few days our conversations turned from the subject of ‘destinations’ to more about what we actually preferred from our holiday locations, by way of a change of scenery, or perhaps even some different cultural attractions, I mean we both like wine and food, but we have never done ‘specific’ wine or culinary tour’s, if you don’t count eating and drinking in Bar’s and Restaurant’s 🤭

In the days before, and also during our Motor Home adventures, the excitement and thrill of travelling and visiting new places was our primary motivation, we had a strong sense of Wanderlust, we had permanent ‘Itchy Feet Syndrome’. Even when we first thought about living here in Spain, the advantages and the opportunities to travel were uppermost in our minds. We do both agree that we still want to see new places, new regions within new countries, but the urgency, and our severe lack of motivation to actually go and do any of those things does seem to be diminishing, to be of less importance than it was 🤷‍♂️

We both agree that we are probably now in a much better financial situation than we ever have been, not rich by any stretch of the imagination, but whereas before we would religiously put an agreed specified amount of money aside each month, to cover our annual holiday plans, and that would be the maximum total budget that we would have to work within, now, fortunately, we do not have such ‘tight’ constraints, albeit it is certainly not a moneyless pit, but we do have a little more budget flexibility these days.

Perhaps, our previous wanderlust was due to the ease of being able to travel whilst taking our home with us, our Motorhome, which we no longer have and I have resigned myself to the fact that we will not get another, even a smaller camper style van 🤷‍♂️ But I also remember when we used to travel wider afield, the long-haul holidays, which for me would commence when we left home for the Airport. In those days I actually enjoyed all aspects of Air Travel, even the chaos at the airports, looking down out of the aircraft window through white clouds, upon mountain tops with green emerald coloured lakes, or wide stretches of ocean with unknown small Islands and Lagoons, at night I would look down over vast areas of lights and wonder what places we were flying over, then their was the descents and approaches to our arrival airport, yes for me that was all part of the holiday excitement and the whole part of the holiday experience. However, these days I dislike that whole process, the driving to the airport, the mandatory two hour pre-departure process, queuing and checking-in, the queue at the security scanners and then the long wait before boarding, often with flight’s delayed. Then their is the ‘pot luck’ of whether you get a disruptive child sat beside you, or worse, a wider bodied person who doesn’t just occupy their own allocated seat space 🙄 The person sat behind and constantly kicking your seat, or the person with the constant barking cough or sneezing, spreading whatever contagious bacteria they have with everyone else, sat tightly packed together in that narrow forced air metal tube, yes it’s true, even now, several year’s after the Pandemic, it has still left an invisible scar upon us when it comes to travelling with hoards of stranger’s 😲 The flight’s themselves I now find quite boring and uncomfortable, my eyes growing tired if I strain them for too long looking out of the window at the views below, my bum, thighs and legs suffering pins and needles or numbness with being sat stationery for so long, although, in truth, although I do not enjoy the airport terminal process, I will just about tolerate flight’s if they are no longer than 3-4 hours, I just put in my ear pods, close my eyes and listen to music. So, the truth about all of this is in my realisation that this is just another sign of old age creeping up on me 🫣 I hope not, as it is too far to drive to an over-water bungalow in the Maldives, one of the long haul places on my ‘Bucket List 😲

I have to be honest though, these days I do much prefer going on trips where we can drive ourselves, that hasn’t actually changed as I really enjoyed our Motor Home lifestyle and I still thoroughly enjoy driving, although I have to share it a lot more these days, with Luis Hamilton’s doppelgänger (Shazza), but more so only on the longer road trips, but I shouldn’t complain as I do also enjoy being in the passenger seat at times, where I am able to look out of the windows, for much longer periods of time than when I am at the wheel, looking out upon the changing scenery and being the passenger enables me to take photo’s.

I do also still enjoy the ferry crossings to, and from, the UK, the one’s from Santander or Bilbao which can take between 24-36 hours. Previously, we would make the 12 hour drive from home to the ferry terminal, or vice versa, all in one go, as we were usually within the ‘Schengen Shuffle’ time constraints, although the novelty of that long drive has since worn off 🙄 But now, being under no time constraints, we have the freedom to travel a few days in advance of our ferry departures, stopping overnight at different locations en-route, before then reporting to board our ferry. Now of course, the sea crossing dictates our freedom of movements on-board, the Bay of Biscay is notorious for being a little lumpy at the best of times and that can mean that Shazza has to remain horizontal, in the cabin and throughout the whole trip 🤢🤮 However, on a good crossing, and we have had several of them, we can both go and eat breakfast, lunch and/or dinner in one of the on-board eateries, have a stroll around the gift shops, have an Anti-Covid Vaccine, or two, at one of the on-board bars. We can stroll around the outside decks, dolphin, whale and boat watching and, they even provide outside seating if the weather is nice, alternatively we can sit in one of the lounges with our iPads, watch a film in the on-board cinema or just watch TV back in the cabin, or even have an impromptu ‘Siesta’, so what is there not to to like, so yes I like being on ferries and so who knows, I may yet get Shazza one of these days to relent somewhat on her aversion to taking a cruise ship holiday 🤗 However, that is still very much a work in progress, I continue to feed her little snippets of articles and ‘You Tube’ documentaries on Scandinavian and Caribbean Cruises and, whilst she is making some murmurings in the right direction, I think that in reality I am still too far away from getting her to actually commit to saying ‘Yes, go and book one’ ☹️

So, we have certainly not lost our Wanderlust, but I think that we have the disadvantage of now already living permanently in a sunny seaside location, the disadvantage being, that we now tend to question our decisions on why we would spend money going to a different sunny seaside location to sit around a pool, or on the beach, when we can already do that here 🤷‍♂️ I don’t think that we have completely ruled it out, it’s just not one of the choices at the top of our priority list. We have also got out of the habit of planning, or pre-booking, any holiday too far ahead, as due to modern day technologies we can now book hotel accommodations, ferries and flight’s on-line and just at a moments notice and, we have the freedom to opt to stay for as little, or as long, as we like and not have to commit in advance to 7, 10 or 14 night’s as you have to do with ‘package holidays’ 🤷‍♂️

Shazza is now much more focused on shorter trips, those that are less than a week, but I have also observed that she no longer refers to these as ‘Holidays’, but as ‘Mini-Breaks’, so I have started to ask myself, is their a proper definition of “When Is A Holiday Not A Holiday ?”, or is this just an excuse so that when she gets fed up of the mini-breaks, she can still turn around to me and say, “Do you realise that we haven’t had a holiday this year so I was thinking of booking a couple of weeks somewhere…………” 😲

We didn’t really get any further forward with our discussions, we ended up at exactly the same place as we were at before, just listing all the places we would ‘like’ to go to, but not actually selecting any for this coming year 😤😤 We do have our upcoming self-drive trip to the UK around Easter, that will take care of a little over 3 weeks, but that was already pre-booked towards the latter half of last year and I have been reliably informed, by you know who, that this is not ‘a holiday’ as such, but more of just a visit to our respective families 🤷‍♂️ You may also recall from my ramblings last year, that after completing Project One on the upgrading of our twenty-year old apartment, which was the complete re-modelling and installation of the Kitchen, that I mentioned Project Two, the complete renovation of our en-suite bathroom. We were toying with the idea of having both done last year but, in the end, we both agreed that it would have been a lot of mess and upheaval to do both at the same time, so I have just re-contacted the bathroom Installation company to see when they can now come and do our bathroom, so that will be something else to build into our planning calendar 🙄 Fortunately we do not have the burden of renewing our Residency Permit this year, that is not due until June 2026 and, once again, if successful, will be for another two years until 2028 at which point, we will then have completed the 5 year ‘Temporary Residence’ period and can then apply for ‘Permanent Residency Status’ 🤗

We do know that we will have our Mini-Breaks this year, but who knows where they will be to, I am favouring some ‘mini-breaks’ to Madrid, Lisbon and Vienna, whilst Shazza is still considering her preferred options 🤷‍♂️ “There is no rush, we have all year in front of us to decide” she says, and I guess in a way she is right, but it doesn’t half create havoc with me, my OCD buddy and my calendar planner for 2025 🙄🤭

Now, let me ask you a question 🤔 Have you ever had a pre-conceived conception about a place, a town or city, a country, or even a region in a particular country, something that prevents you from wanting to visit it ? Well we had that aversion to the small border down of ‘La Línea’, which is a mere thirty minute drive from us but, according to most of the local media publications, it is made out to be the crime capital of Southern Spain, Drug Gangs, People Smuggling, Other Contraband smuggling and of course all of the associated violence that exists in such environments 😲🫣 It is the town that is literally located immediately opposite the Gibraltar frontier crossing, we have been to Gibraltar numerous times over the last nine years or so, sometimes driving across on to the Island itself and, other times parking in the large car park, on the Spanish side, just across the main road that divides La Linea from Gibraltar, and which is just a few minutes walk to the border crossing. So there I was, sat on the balcony enjoying my morning coffee, basking in the sunshine when Shazza, out of the blue, says, “Do you fancy going to La Linea this morning ?” I gave her one of my flabbergasted sort of looks before providing my one word reply, “No”, which I believed to be a straightforward and totally unambiguous response which required no further clarification or explanation 🤷‍♂️. “Why Not ?” she then asked, “Well for one thing, I don’t need a re-stock of any of my recreational drugs at the moment, but thank you for asking, and I don’t fancy being violently mugged today either” I responded sarcastically. But she wasn’t going to let the subject matter drop, and informed me that apparently she had recently been reading, on one of her Social Media platforms, about a tourist who had visited and had said that it was a charming place to visit. “Was it one of the local drug barons ?” I said, followed by a little chuckle, but she didn’t laugh, even though I thought it was really quite humorous 🤷‍♂️ So there it was, my first, and probably my only opportunity, to be able to put my foot down in this brand new year, actually it was my secret ‘New Year’s Resolution’, so let’s see how long this one lasts 🙄

It was a nice bright sunny morning as we headed down the A7 towards Gibraltar 🤭 Although I tend to do most of the driving when we are in our local area, Shazza (Or my own little ‘Gangsters Moll’ as I have now renamed her), had volunteered to drive on this particular occasion, she probably knew where the drug dealers and other criminals hung out, so she knew the bad areas to stay away from 😂 We parked in the large car park just outside the frontier crossing, which is enclosed behind tall chainlink fencing, although I don’t know why, there are several open access gates from the roadside so it cannot be for security reasons 🤷‍♂️ We crossed the road and headed towards what we believed was the main town centre. Surprisingly, well to me at least, it all looked rather pleasant, we fist walked down a long avenue market style affair, lined on both sides were permanent stalls, small but each had those roll down type metal doors. I was quite surprised by the amount of ‘butcher’s’ stalls, each positioned next to each other but with different names above them, fresh meat of every variety on display, as of course you would expect to see in a butcher’s shop, but very much more than you would ever see on the supermarket shelves, pity that we don’t eat ‘red meat’ at home anymore I could have had a field day here ☹️ As well as the butcher’s stalls there were ‘Panaderias’ (bread stalls), ‘Pastelerias’ (Cake stalls), an array of ‘Tourist Tat’ stalls, Tobacconists and several Cafe’s.

We walked the full length, crossed another road and arrived in a large Plaza which was still occupied with lots of fairground rides and the associated side stalls that had been here for the ‘Three Kings Day’ celebrations. On the opposite end of the Plaza we came to another road, we just looked where the majority of people seemed to be heading, the one’s that didn’t look drugged up or battered and beaten from their daylight muggings 🤭 It turned out to be the correct decision as they led us into the main shopping streets, a maze of broad modern pedestrianised walkways. What was nice to see, or in this case, not to see, was the usual array of global corporate retailers that seem to have infected most towns and cities these days, here they were all Spanish medium sized retailers and small family owned businesses, of course their were the usual high street Spanish Banking Institutions but here, it felt authentically Spanish, we both liked the charm of the place, it was reasonably busy but not crowded and we did not feel out of place or uncomfortable. We adopted our usual ploy of not having any general direction in mind, we walked down what looked like the central sort of boulevard of shops, turned down side streets, laden with a mixture of shops and street cafe/bars, wandered into several nice Plazas until it was time to stop for a Coffee.

We didn’t actually stop for coffee in the Plaza’s as the ones that had the pavement seating areas were in the shade, and it still felt quite chilly out of the sunshine, instead we headed back into the central maze like streets where the pavement cafe’s had those gas heater’s going. It was a slightly unique experience, there was waiter service at the tables for drinks, but if you wanted something to eat, a sandwich, tostado, churro or pastry then you had to go into one of the adjacent establishments, make your choice and pay for it separately. Shazza had, as usual, eaten breakfast so she wasn’t hungry so I wandered off to see what tantalised my tastebuds and I came back with a large sticky glazed cinnamon bun, stuffed full of mixed pieces of candied fruit, and delicious it was too, I of course did the gentlemanly thing and offered Shazza a piece, but when she declined I didn’t make the mistake of asking her again 😂😋😋

We had seen the bulk of the town so started to wander back towards the market stalls, however, we were reluctant to return home, it felt warm in the sun and we just felt so relaxed so we found a large park, adjacent to the main town area and directly opposite the Gibraltar Air Terminal Building. We imagined that in the Summer months this park, with it’s large open grassed areas, sheltered under swathes of trees, with several separate children’s play areas would see families, with their picnics spread out on blankets on the ground, just enjoying themselves, watching the aircraft taking off and landing at the small airport, or going for walks along the seafront and looking at the boats and ships in the large bay, on one side the Port of Gibraltar with it’s marina and, on the other side the Spanish Port of Algeciras and departure point of the Ferries to Morocco.

We had both enjoyed our little local sightseeing tour, and it served as a reminder to sometimes just take a chance on a place, for we had never visited here before due to our own misconceptions, created by adverse media reports, but it really is a very nice town and if you ever find yourselves down this way, perhaps intending to visit Gibraltar, then it is worthwhile spending a little time here too. For us, ‘La Linea’ is just as convenient for us to drive to as ‘Estepona’, so now, when we do find ourselves getting a little bored with the same walking routines in our own marina and town, we now have two alternative locations on our doorstep, one a twenty minute drive along the Northern Coast, and the other, a thirty minute drive to the South 👍 Worth just adding that there are plenty of 24 hour ‘Payed’ parking options for even the largest of Motorhomes, albeit they do not have any Motorhome service facilities so, provided you arrive with full/empty on-board tanks, as appropriate, you could stay for two or three days and see both Gibraltar and La Linea, either on route to, or from ‘Tarifa’, the popular town, beach and surfing area, which is also just thirty minutes drive away, on the South West coast of Spain. This part of Southern Spain, with its Western and Southern Atlantic Coastline, Eastern Mediterranean Coastline and the inland mountain towns, villages and National Parks, is a real haven for visitor’s, and for the more adventurous, it is just a very short ferry ride across to Morocco, either just as a day visitor on a ferry trip to Tangier, or for longer adventures with the Car, Caravan or Motorhome 👍

That is all from me for now, so until my next ramble…………….

Hasta Luego mi Amigos, La Vida Es Buena

One of the most frequently asked questions on many of the on-line Spanish Residency websites, as well as numerous Spanish ‘Expat Forums’, is “How Much Does It Actually Cost To Live In Spain ?” This, seemingly straightforward question is, in reality, a pretty difficult one to answer, for there are just so many variables e.g. Whereabouts, geographically speaking, do you actually want to choose to live, North, South, East or West ?’, By the coast or inland ?’, In a Large City, Town or in a smaller Village ?’ 🤷‍♂️ I am guessing though that most people who are asking this question are just looking for more of a ‘rough’ idea, something to give them a starting point, and so in this ramble, I may, hopefully at least, be able to provide some ‘real time’ general cost of living examples, that may provide some, if perhaps not all, answers to that question.

I will just say, for those of you reading this who may want to know more about the actual initial Visa and Residency Processes, Procedures and Costs, this is quite a separate subject to what I am covering in this particular ramble, but I have already covered those particular subject’s in previous blog rambles. So, and just for clarification, this particular ramble is only in relation to the day to day ‘general costs of living’, once you have obtained your residency and are actually living here in Spain on a full-time basis.

We have, as most regular reader’s of my rambles will already be aware, been living here in Spain on a permanent basis since June 2023, however, here in Spain the Spanish ‘Financial and Tax’ year’s run from 1st Jan – 31st Dec, as opposed to the UK, where we used to live, where the financial year ran from Apr – Mar. So we could not, in our initial six months of living here in Spain, actually conduct an accurate annual financial breakdown for 2023. So, as we have now just completed our first full financial year of living in Spain, I am going to share with you what it cost ‘us’ to live here in the 2024 financial year.

When viewing the Spreadsheet (that I have published below) just remember that it is specific to what it has actually cost Shazza and I, to live here, in our ‘apartment’ within a gated residential community located within the ‘Province’ of Malaga, and the Municipality of ‘Manilva’. Other’s choosing to come to retire in Spain may in fact choose a different geographical location, in a different property type and of course have different lifestyle requirements. These costs are not intended to be used as a direct cost of living comparison with the UK, or indeed any other country, basically because we have not owned, or rented, a property in the UK for over 11 years now and so we have no accurate knowledge of the comparable UK living costs or those in any other country 🤷‍♂️ That said, I have provided on the spreadsheet the ‘actual’ real time costs to us in Euros(€), on both an Annual & Monthly basis and then, more so for my UK reader’s, in separate columns, I have also converted those Euro(€) costs back into UK Sterling(£). For those of you who live in other Countries, outside of the Eurozone, obviously you just need to use the current conversion rate of your own country against the Euro, if you want to do your own cost comparisons. The costs shown in each column are the ‘actual costs’, as in they are not estimates or just my hypothetical budget allocations for each category, and for ease I have rounded them up, or down, as appropriate to the nearest Euro. Additionally, you will see that I have shown monthly costs, although practically we do not physically have to pay some of these bills on a monthly basis, e.g. Electricity is billed bi-monthly, Water is billed quarterly, Communal and Bank charges are billed quarterly, Insurances (Home and Car) are billed annually etc. etc.

You will also note, by their absence, when viewing the spreadsheet, that I have not included ‘our costs’ that are associated to our normal monthly expenditure on ‘Groceries’ or our ‘Personal Expenditure’. That is simply because what ‘we’ spend within those categories will more than likely be different to anybody else’s 🤷‍♂️ Other residents, whether they be single, a couple or a family, will have their own budgets and expenditures for these two particular categories and will also be very much dependent on individual disposable incomes and preferred lifestyles e.g. Do you prefer to purchase home-branded products (where available) rather than Spanish equivalents ? Does your grocery budget include beer, wine, spirits ? Do you prefer to eat out on a frequent basis ? Do you have hobbies that entail payment of subscriptions ? (Golf, Bowls, Tennis, Padel (like Tennis but different) Swimming, Gymnasiums, Walking Clubs, Social Groups etc. etc.) But, and for some sort of general guidance really, Shazza and I allocate a monthly Grocery budget that is the same as it would have been if we were still in the UK, obviously we do review it on an annual basis and make changes to it if, or when it is necessary, but worthy of note perhaps is that we have not increased, or decreased, our grocery budget in the whole of the eighteen months that we have been living here. Additionally, we have just recently sat down and conducted our financial budget review for the coming year (2025) and Shazza tells me that, currently at least, she can still manage within the same grocery budget that we have had for the last two year’s 👍 Of course, we have no idea how expensive, or economical, groceries are in other countries (USA, Canada, New Zealand, Australia, Asia, Scandinavia etc. etc.) so you may find groceries here either, more expensive, or much cheaper, than in your own ‘home’ country 🤷‍♂️ Generally speaking though, unless your lifestyle will be completely different here in Spain, to what you currently enjoy in your home country, then you can use your own current budgets as a guide for both the ‘General Groceries’ and ‘Personal Expenditure’ categories when living over here in Spain.

We own our property here outright, so we have no Mortgage or Rental payments to budget for. The other important factor when considering your costs to live here in Spain is whether you need to cover the costs of ‘Private Healthcare’. We are fortunate that the UK and Spain have a reciprocal state health agreement, which means that we, as ‘UK State Pensioners’, get ‘free’ access to the Spanish State Medical Healthcare facilities (but not Dental care), so we do not have to pay for Private Medical Healthcare. I will also go into a little more detail on some of the other category costs a little later, but first, it’s time to put some meat on the bone for you………………………

Now just to provide some additional information about those categories and costs:

Annual Communal Charge

Size does matter in Spain, specifically when it comes to the size of properties (the footprint) and not all Apartments in our particular complex are the same size, they can be 1, 2 or 3 bedrooms, Living/Dining/Kitchen/Bedrooms/Bathrooms vary in size, there are ground floor apartments with garden/patio areas so they do not pay for costs associated to the cleaning/servicing of the lifts (Elevators). The more ‘generic costs’ that all residents in our small community have to pay towards encompass a Landscape/General Handyman contractor who, on a daily basis, maintains all the external areas (Pool, Gardens, Lighting). We have a contract cleaner who, on a weekly basis, maintains all of the general internal communal areas in each Block, e.g. stairwells, glazed areas and the lifts. The communal charge also covers all of the ‘mandatory’ annual Servicing and Inspections e.g. Electronic Security Gate & Security Cameras, Pool Health & Safety, Lifts, Fire Extinguishers & Emergency Lighting. There is a charge included for external usage of Water and Electricity (Pool, Garden and internal Community Lighting). There is a quarterly charge to a local external maintenance Authority (MACRO) for costs associated to the external Refuse Collection Areas, Roads and Pavement Cleaning and maintenance, Maintenance of external Grass and Shrub areas and Maintenance and Serviceability of the public Street Lighting. Finally, the whole external areas of the complex buildings, and the general Internal communal areas, get re-decorated every 5 years. All of these costs are included in the Annual Communal Charge which is reviewed, and budgets agreed, each year at the Residents Annual General Meeting (There has been no increase, or reductions, in the last 3 years). These charges can, and do, vary between different residential complexes, the neighbouring gated residential communities set their own Communal Charges and they are of course dependent on what facilities those communities provide. So other than the cost of the property that you may wish to purchase, you should also ask the Estate Agent, or Solicitor, the question about annual Communal Charges 👍

Council Tax

Basically this is paid Annually, directly by us, to the local Municipal Council for things such as Police, Fire Service, Main Roads and Lighting and General Maintenace of all public areas in our particular Municipality.

Buildings & Contents Insurance

Unlike the UK, where the ‘majority’ of Apartments are generally purchased on a ‘Leashold’ basis, meaning that, whilst people own the actual property (the bricks ‘n’ mortar) they do not own the land that it is built upon, therefore they have to pay the ‘Land Owner’ an annual ‘Ground Rent’ and for Private apartment complexes possibly also a ‘Service Charge’ to maintain the external areas. Here in Spain, we actually purchased our property with part ownership of the ‘Freehold’, meaning, we own a share of the land that it is built upon so, each property owner has to legally have Building Insurance Cover, as well as the usual Insurance cover for personal contents (although that element is not mandatory but advisable).

Electricity/Water Charges

Self explanatory really. We are on both Mains Electricty & Water. Each Apartment has its own water and electric usage meters. We are not connected to Mains Gas. Worthy of note: Some rural properties, mainly older ones, have no connections to either Mains Water, Electricity or Gas (Water is supplied from Wells, Electricity provided by Solar Panels and/or Wind Turbines and gas via bottles) although they can pay to be connected to ‘mains’ facilities where it is available.

Bank Service Charges

It is very common out here in Spain for the majority of Banks to make a charge to personal account holder’s, for processing and administrating your accounts (Their may be just one or two that do not). These charges can be reduced, but it is dependent on each individual banking institution. There are several conditions that need to be met to receive the discounted charge e.g. a minimum amount that has to be credit into the account each month and, at least two products purchased through the bank (Home Insurance, Health Insurance, Car Insurance etc.) We do not purchase any additional products through the bank, which is a personal decision, but we do still receive a 66.6% reduction on the annual charges 👍 The Bank Charges for our particular Bank are taken quarterly, although this year they gave us, what I am assuming was a Christmas Bonus, as they refunded the final ‘quarterly charge’ 👍

Home Telephone/Wifi/TV Subscription

Again, this is pretty straight forward, we do have a home telephone so their is of course a line rental charge for that, but the service provider we use, also provides us with our home WiFi connectivity and a selection of Spanish, and some English speaking, TV Programmes, there is no TV Licence Fee payable in Spain but we do pay a separate subscription to obtain some specific TV and Internet Channels (Amazon Firestick). Worth noting is that with our home landline, all outgoing telephone calls to numbers ‘within Spain’ are ‘Free’ (My favourite word 🤭)

Mobile Phones

Shazza and I have our own individual mobile phones. We use a service provider in Spain. Our contracts include 50Gb Data per month ‘within Spain‘, that data allowance is reduced slightly for ‘roaming’ outside of Spain and within Europe (Including UK). All calls and Texts are ‘Free’ within the usage allowance.

Car Maintenance

This covers all ‘Routine’ Maintenace and parts. You will note a ‘0’ amount shown in this category for 2024, that is because both the maintenance schedule, and the ITV Testing (MOT), are conducted bi-annually and neither are due until later in 2025, so there were no associated costs in 2024.

Car tax

This is paid to our local ‘Municipal Council’ on an annual basis and, compared to the Car Tax payable in the UK, it is ridiculously cheap here 😲

Car Insurance

In Spain, it is the vehicle that is insured and not the driver. Therefore, there are no charges for additional driver’s, but they must have the consent of the owner to drive the vehicle, be over 18 year’s old and hold the appropriate licence. Our particular vehicle insurance automatically includes Breakdown & Recovery Assistance within Europe (Including UK), although outside of Spain this cover is only valid for a total of 90 days in any one Insurance year. There are no excess charges for glass replacement.

Fuel (Diesel)

Of course, this will vary, year on year and be dependent very much on our usage. The cost shown for 2024 includes ‘all’ of our road trips as well as our normal daily/weekly domestic use.

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So there you have it, I hope that the above information and explanations have provided ‘some’ beneficial information for those of you that require it, but, do bear in mind what I stated earlier, this annual statement, of ‘our’ 2024 costs does not account for Groceries, Personal Expenditure or, for this year at least, no Car Maintenance costs.

From my own perspective and, to be totally open and honest with you, I have absolutely no idea on how much it would cost us to now live a ‘comparative’ lifestyle back in the UK, so I cannot do any sort of realistic comparison study 🤷‍♂️ I will leave that up to you to do if you so wish. From a purely personal perspective though, Shazza and I find it quite economical to live here, in our particular area of Spain and, something that we cannot put a price on is our overall quality of life, the generally good all year climate, and the generally very relaxed way of daily life, is, for us personally, very much better than it was in the UK, although, once the honeymoon period has worn off, it can take some time to get used to this very much slower pace of Spanish life.

There are of course, as with all aspects of life, some compromises that do have to be made, the language barrier being the main one, however, in popular tourist areas, that is not generally a major issue and can only become a little problematic when dealing with ‘Officialdom’, although there are always solutions e.g. ‘Google Translate’, Interpreters, Solicitors and even friends and neighbours 😉 Combined with the ‘potential’ language barrier problems are the wheels of Bureaucracy themselves, which believe me, do grind very very slowly here, not just for ‘Expats’ but even for the local Spanish inhabitants, and that can be extremely frustrating at times. Then of course there can be the problem, for some, with the physical distance from extended family members but, in all honesty, this should be part of the planning and preparation discussions ‘before’ taking the leap into emigrating to any new country 🤷‍♂️ However, modern communication technology in Spain is excellent and we can keep in touch with family and friends located all around the globe.

So, until my next ramble……………………

Hasta Luego mi Amigos, La Vida Es Buena