I often find it difficult to sleep just before a trip. My brain spins with worries that I’ll forget something important. I woke at 5 am and realised that I hadn’t checked our passports. Since I wasn’t going to sleep with that hanging over me, I got up and took them out. Mine expires in 2011. Carlos’s expires in 2012. And Julio’s expired in November 2006. I stared at it,…
Mad busy
I should have organised our family holiday ages ago, but I’ve been too busy. Meanwhile, my husband went and booked the time off work. Panic stations! So we fly off to Dublin on Wednesday, to take advantage of the cheap Ryan Air flight from Tenerife. And practically all I’ve done for the last two days is make bookings. Flight from La Palma to Tenerife Flight from Tenerife to Dublin B&B…
Franceses again
My friends in Franceses needed some help translating at the Town Hall, so today we went. On the way there we saw this practice rescue. At least I assume it was a practice because that’s the coastguard cutter. I left Julio with Helen while Theresa drove me to the Town Hall. There we established that a) the official permission for them to build steps to the house entrance isn’t ready…
An uninvited guest
Life’s getting a little less frantic. Julio’s school term has ended and Farida’s better, so yesterday I took my son to see the friends at Franceses for the first time for almost a month. They’ve got a lot of re-wiring done, and they’re busy hacking up the floor to put in a damp-proof layer. While they were doing that, the weeds underneath the vines shot up, so after a lovely…
el Socorro
I sneaked out time to take some photos of El Socorro church. It felt great, since I haven’t taken any photos for two weeks.
Running round the hamster wheel
It’s been too busy for comfort. My friend Farida wasn’t in hospital for long, but she was sent home with strict instructions to stay in bed. Since she lives with an 11-year-old daughter, and infirm mother-in-law and a non-domesticated husband, I’ve been taking up rather a lot of the slack. Meanwhile my son had a ton of end-of-shcool-year homework, which only gets done if I nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag nag-nag-nag-nag-nagnag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag-nag. It’s like pushing…