Today was the annual water fight at my son’s school. In previous years he forgot to tell me in advance, and I’d get a sad phone call at 11 am. “Mum! PLEASE bring my water gun and swimming trunks!” This year he remembered about it the day before. Which was a very good thing, because his big water pistol was broken. He’s had this water pistol for years, and it’s…
You see a lot of flags on La Palma. Most English visitors will recognise the flags of Spain and the European Union. But the Canary Islands are an autonomous region within Spain, and they have their own flag too. You see it a lot, especially around May 30th, which is Canary Day. And then each island has its own flag. Here’s the flag of La Palma: And as if that…
On Saturday we went to see my friend in Puntagorda, which means “Fat Bridge”. My husband did a bit of maintenance on her car, and we chatted, and then while they were out checking the car actually worked, I took this photo of some bricks piled up in the garden,and one of old roof tiles, ditto. They came back and we had a nice lunch on the patio and chatted….
Puntagorda is a village and municipality in the north west of the island. Every Saturday and Sunday, they have a farmers’ market and craft fair in the Mercadillo, which is at the north of the village, near the Fayal picnic area. Like most farmers’ markets, the vegetables are fresher and cheaper than most supermarkets. There are also stalls selling organic wholemeal bread, sugar cane juice (with or without rum) cakes…
It’s Friday 13th. Did you know that in Spain, nobody worries about Friday 13th, just Tuesday 13th? Anyway, my son is very lucky today. It’s St. Anthony’s Day, and so the village of San Antonio has it’s local fiesta. And that’s where my son’s school is, so they wanted to shut for the day. Initially, they were told that no, they couldn’t, because they’d already used up their elective days….
Yesterday my son had a great time playing with his new PS game until lunchtime. Then, all by himself, he announced, “I ought to study for an exam.” So we started looking for his school bag. And we looked, and we searched, and we searched and searched, and searched. And after about nine hours, we admitted to ourselves that we couldn’t find it anywhere. We were all worried sick. Not…