Today I went with my friends, Helen and Theresa, to look at a house in the middle of nowhere on the other side of the island. It took some organising because my son gets out of school at 1:30, and the earliest the estate agent could meet us at the house was 12:00 – and it’s at least a 2 hour drive between the two. So another friend, Norma, who…
Yay! My friends have arrived from England. They’ve been dreaming of living here for years, and now they’ve been made redundant, they’re finally taking the plunge. They’re staying with me for six weeks while they (hopefully) find a house suitable for conversion into a B&B, and buy it. Then they’re flying home to London in March, staying there for just three weeks while they finish things off, and finally driving…
Wahay! I won the On the Premises mini contest for stories of 10 – 20 words. My entry should be on their website by Monday. My son was saying that this was good, but obviously it didn’t make me a VIP. We agreed that I’m now a SIP – a slightly important person. Or even a SIM – slightly important mother. It’s not exactly the Booker Prize, but something about…
Father Christmas has been visiting Spain for a few years now, but Spanish children still get the bulk of their presents on January 6th, when the three kings visit baby Jesus. They also come through most Spanish towns the evening before, and we went to see them in Santa Cruz de la Palma. Well, we saw the begining of it. The whole procession takes hours. They start at the post…
We saw the new year in with the extended faimly. The photo is my son, going mad with what the Spanish call “mother-in-law killers”. They always have fireworks here at New Year. We weren’t very close to any displays, but the house is built on the side of a hill, and we could see lots of displays from a distance: La Polvacera, San António, Zumacal, Santa Cruz, Concepción, Palmasol, and…