189 – Walking Through Lockdown
And so it goes on. Coming up to a year, now. Facebook “Memories” each morning highlight the last of those crowded events we went to back when
And so it goes on. Coming up to a year, now. Facebook “Memories” each morning highlight the last of those crowded events we went to back when
Their eyes widened as I tried to explain ‘salted caramel’. A flavour that has long been popular in the UK but is only just arriving in Spain
LOCKDOWN DAY TWO: Monday is the first “normal” day of the lockdown. I go to the surgery for routine blood tests. Everyone is maintaining
It’s just as well that the Spanish prime minister is easy on the eye. Guapo, we say in Spanish. Just as well, as we sit glued to the television
There was a nurse on my flight home to Málaga. A Spanish nurse, working in a GP surgery in Dorset. British husband, dual-nationality totally
Forty degrees and higher. Really, that is too much. The rhythm of the day changes to suit the temperature. At the hottest time, after a lazy
Back when I worked (oh how long ago it seems, now!) I was up with all the jargon. Words like social inclusion, stakeholders, outcomes and
Forty-four days. I go for my morning walk, my feet heading automatically to the Enchanted Place. The almond blossom is just finishing, and the
Officially, I’m not old. I’m too young to get a pension, and I’m not sixty yet. My pueblo organises events and trips for the “oldies”,
Poco a poco, paso a paso. I suppose it is a mark of how life here has become normal and familiar, that in recent months it has only been my
Another month, another “escapada”. This time to Cádiz, a city I had overlooked for far too long. Three nights in probably the best-located
My fifth Christmas in Spain. I thought that must be wrong, but it’s not. Four and a half years since I bought my house, three and a half years
First of all it was remiss of me not to thank you all for the lovely thoughts and messages you sent following my heart attack. I really did
Seriously. There are no words. When I walked (staggered) into the village health centre on Thursday morning I didn’t need any words. I stood
And finally the rain came. Not enough, but it rained. Across Andalucía farmers breathed a sigh of relief along with the bomberos