Super Raw Life

When I first started this blog it was all about my journey with raw food; then it morphed into tales of our travels and my/our attempts to live a simple life. I have now written an article that has been published in Super Raw Life magazine about how I combine raw food and exercise with life on ‘the road’.

You can download the current issue of Super Raw Life (issue 2) by following the link here. You will need to sign in as a member and then you can download your copy – all free of charge. The magazine is full of lots of interesting and useful articles about living a raw food life.

The next issue is due out end of April/early May and you can read about my continuing attempts at living a simple life then so keep your eyes peeled.

Oooh, my article entitled ‘Living the Simple Life’ is on page 55 as per the index. Happy reading and let me know what ya think????



Opposites Attract…

From the outside looking in I guess it would be fair to say that hubby and I are a good match and I’m not denying that we are. That we have a fair amount of differences is also true, but those differences help keep us on our toes and working on our partnership and heck; life is never dull!!

Living in a caravan is guaranteed to bring all of those differences up front and centre and demand that you deal with them lest they drag you screaming and kicking to the divorce courts so it has certainly been interesting over the last few months finding ways to make sure that we are both enjoying our traveling experience!

I guess the major difference between us has to be that hubby likes order and routine in his life and he likes to rise early in the morning and hit the ground running. I am more of a sloth-like creature first thing and a fly by the seat of my pants kinda girl regarding work during the day. It takes me time and QUIET to get going. When we lived in a house with proper rooms it wasn’t a problem as hubby would get up and go off to make his breakfast and then head to his office next door allowing me the time I needed to have a snooze before attempting to set foot out of bed. In a caravan there are no such distinctions between bedroom, office and kitchen as they are all the same room and so we have had to work out a compromise that suits us both. Now hubby gets up at 5am, feeds the cats who then come on the bed for cuddles, makes us both tea and comes back to bed for an hour for a ‘communal’ snooze. He then gets up to make his breakfast closing the curtains that separate the bed from the rest of the caravan leaving me and the babies to continue the all important pre-getting up doze. After breakfast he heads off for an early morning walk and this is when I get up and make my breakfast in peace and quiet.

The rest of the day runs like clockwork, work, lunch, work. Finishing work was always a murky area for hubby back in the UK as he never really had a cut off point. When you work from home the office is always there and if you are a left brained workaholic – take a step forward Mr H  – then the temptation always proves to great to resist and the office is where you find yourself morning, noon and night. I was adamant that wasn’t going to happen in Bessie and so we have a 5pm office curfew; that it always ends up with me gently and sometimes not so gently reminding hubby that its ‘gone 5’ is part of the routine now but most of the time he concedes defeat and packs up graciously. Suggesting an early evening walk is always a good way to get him to speed things along and get packed up and so we usually find ourselves trudging up the hill out of the campsite at around 5.30pm.

I prefer not to work solidly through the day and so punctuate my routine with breaks for yoga, chores and the very European art of siesta’s. Hubby has never really got his head around the idea of actually stopping work and having a little power nap after lunch but knows better than to comment on my finely honed ability to put my head down for 20 minutes. I don’t indulge every day but if I do he knows that I will be a grumpy grouch if I don’t. His survival instinct kicks in and he leaves me to it 🙂

The other major difference that we have is our attitude to the art of relaxation and what that should look like. I love to kick back and relax; indulging in a spot of day dreaming, people watching or just a general state of doing nothingness. Hubby’s idea of relaxing is doing anything other than work i.e to still be doing something constructive. I learned very early on in our relationship that the man just doesn’t have an off button and there have been times when I would have quite happily hit him over the head in order to short-circuit his system; just as I am sure he there have been times when he would have liked to wire me in to the mains to get me going!!

That he has renovated two dilapidated houses, built his own from scratch and does all his own car mechanics shows just how much he likes to get his hands dirty and have a job to do. Not that I am saying I can’t step up to the plate and get my own hands dirty. I too helped build the house and what I don’t know about mending cars can be written on the back of a stamp; BUT I don’t actively go out of my way to find jobs to do.

That we have rented rather than owned properties for the last 9 years or so must have been absolute purgatory for my DIY loving man. But now that we own our own place again; be it on four wheels and the size of a tin can, means that he can once again flex his DIY muscle. The smile he had on his face yesterday as he merrily went about his way filling holes, re-sealing where the awning joins the caravan and doing some general maintenance work was heart-warming. Unfortunately I did have to get involved, but only in the minor holding on to the ladders as he descended from the roof kind of way. Nothing to taxing and certainly nothing that involved me getting my hands dirty.

And I guess this is what having differences is all about, you iron them out or find a compromise that you can both work with. We have certainly had the opportunities thrown at us over the last 21 years to make or break our relationship and I guess that we are still here and still enjoying each other’s company is a sign that the old saying ‘opposites attract’ is true 🙂

Time flies……

Time flies when you’re having fun or so the saying goes and that certainly seems to be the case for us. When we arrived here back in November the plan was to stay for 3 months but as with all plans we seem to have stretched it a little and we are now edging towards our 5th month on the same site. Not much of a physical journey so far (omitting the 1919 miles it took to get here of course) but emotionally it has been quite the experience.

Getting used to living in a space the size of most people’s bathrooms has been interesting and there have been a few tantrums and tiaras being hurled but we both seem to be happy in our little tin can. Letting go of our ‘material footprint’ was a biggie but now it is done I think I can speak for both of us and say that we feel – and no pun intended here – lighter for the experience. Although it has to be said that hubby is still mourning the loss of his waterproof jacket that exited stage left somewhere between Diss and northern France and hand on heart it wasn’t me this time!! 🙂

My yoga course back in January delved into the more spiritual side of yoga and I emerged with a different perspective and viewpoint that has been unexpected but very welcome to me. It has given me a calmer outlook and I feel I have stepped out of my own shadow and into my truth. It continues to unfold and work its way into my life and I am enjoying watching it develop.

Then of course we had all the emotion surrounding Tinker’s short illness and departure from this life. We are still raw with losing her and trying to adjust to her absence but thankful that she came and spent her life with us.

But, we are now ready to move on and are making plans to get Bessie back on the road and head off down the coast towards Portugal. We have friends coming over to visit next week for a long weekend and then once they have gone we are packing up and heading out.

We plan to head towards Tarifa for a month and spend some time closer to the beach. Hubby is keen to get his windsurfer back on the water and I want to do some running on flat surfaces and not ones that have me gasping for breath after a few yards. Seriously just getting out of the site is a major cardio workout in itself!!

I am excited to be thinking about moving on – a month doing yoga in the beach sounds idyllic right now. The weather is finally drying up and the promise of sunny days returning is bringing a smile to my face, forecast to be 73 degrees at the weekend 🙂 woo hoo…..this traveling lark is seriously fun…

La Maroma

Hubby has been wanting to climb ‘La Maroma’ since we arrived here in November; standing at 6788 ft tall it rises up behind the campsite and dominates the skyline.

We had planned to climb it on saturday as the weather was looking good and after the events on friday we decided that we both needed the distraction and to go ahead with it.

Up and away from site nice and early it took us about an hour to drive around to the back of the mountain and then about another hour (due to poor signs!!) to find the start of the walk. The track down to the car park was four miles of ‘off road’ driving with pot holes the size of craters – driving is never boring around here, but eventually we got to the right place.

The walk starts at around 3300 ft so you are pretty much half way up already. It felt pretty ‘nippy’ when we got out the car and I could see my breath so I was glad of the gloves I had packed in my rucksack. The weather was forecast to be about 21 degrees but we knew that it would be colder up top and so took plenty of layers with us. However, the weather did the opposite of what we were expecting and got hotter the higher we climbed and by the time we were at the top we had shed all our layers and had them tied around our rucksacks and waists!!It felt like 25 degrees at the summit and there were people walking around in shorts and one chap who looked like he just had his underpants on – not what you expect at the top of a mountain!!

The first third of the walk was through woodland and the smell of the pine trees was fresh and intoxicating. We climbed steadily and got glimpses of the summit every now and then between the trees. It looked a long way up!! Once through the trees we started to climb more steeply and scramble up and over rocks. The path was posted and arrowed the whole way up which was a good job as the route was difficult to make out at some points.

We haven’t climbed anything of this height since leaving the Lake District ten years or so ago and with me in new walking boots (probably not my most sensible move but I got away with no blisters!!) we took it nice and steady with plenty of pit stops along the way – note to self; I need to do more cardio exercise!!

We reached the summit in a modest four hours and sat for an hour or so in the sunshine eating lunch and chilling out. The views were not as spectacular as we had been hoping for due to a heat haze but we could still see across to the Sierra Nevada mountains to the north. Our descent took us three hours and by the time we got back to the car we were both pretty exhausted. Seeing the car as we turned the last corner was a welcome sight and we celebrated with a nice cuppa and some chocolate (vegan but not raw!!) One of the nicest things about finishing a particularly long walk is the relief you get when you take your boots off. It is always a moment to be savoured and it didn’t disappoint!!

We were tired by the time we got back to Bessie but not so tired that we couldn’t enjoy a glass (or two) of chilled beer…….The last few days have been interesting in terms of ‘walking’ and getting around the caravan is proving hilarious but every time we step outside and see Maroma we get a renewed sense of achievement but strangely not a desire to repeat the experience. Hubby has promised that he wont want to climb another mountain for some time and I have it in writing just to make sure!!!

Sierra Nevada Mountains in background

View looking north towards Granada

First glimpse of the summit

Pathway getting steeper and more narrow. The scenery changed all the time and this part felt a bit like the film set from Lord of the Rings. At other times it felt like an old film called ‘Picnic at Hanging Rock’ with narrow pathways cutting through big huge overhanging boulders.

For a while we seemed to be constantly stepping over lines and lines of caterpillars; all walking nose to tail through the undergrowth.

About a third of the way up and just before the ‘serious’ climbing got underway

Getting closer???

The first bits of snow

Halfway up and down to two layers!

Still doesn’t look any closer!

Ok, getting nearer now

Climbing higher

The end is in sight!

Views to the south and out to sea towards Africa (take my word for it!!)

Hubby at the top of the monument thingy at the top of the mountain! He started a craze with his pose as everyone was doing it once he had been up. Health and Safety would have a field day as the metal climbing bars were loose and rickety and an accident waiting to happen!!

More views…

Us at the summit

On the way back down. The first hour or so of descending. We are in stage two of the bliss/pain factor by now.

Stage one – climbing –  first its ok then it hurts

Stage two – descending – first its blissful then it hurts

Stage three – walking on level ground – first its blissful then it hurts like hell……

And remember we did this for FUN!!!!




We had to say goodbye to our gorgeous little ‘Tinker’ on friday. It was the toughest decision hubby and I have ever had to make.

When we received the diagnosis two weeks ago that her cancer was terminal and that there was pretty much nothing they could do for her we decided that we would make the most of the time we had left with her and not dwell on her illness too much. Of course the reality of the situation was different – as is always the case and we were so hyper alert to any signs of deteriation and any distress she may be suffering that it has been a stressful few weeks.

Watching her go down hill was painful and we had many discussions with each other as to how we would know when the time was right to let her go.

We both were hoping that she would make the decision herself but our feisty little madam had no intention of letting us off the hook that easily and continued to fight everyday despite what must have been incredible pain for her.

But come last Thursday we knew the time we had left was limited. She had eaten very little over that week and come Thursday evening she stopped eating her beloved cream cheese which also contained her painkiller. When the following morning she refused it again and sat under the bed it was clear we had to do the right thing for her and not prolong her pain any more.

I held her in my arms as we drove to the vets and they were quick and kind with her and to us who by that stage were two blubbering wrecks.

So, our dear sweet little Tinker is now at peace and we are struggling to adjust to life without her. She has been such a constant part of our lives for the last 17 and a half years that the hole she has left is big, deep and very raw. Oscar and Molly are getting lots of extra cuddles and love as they too adjust to the change in dynamic. Once they were a group of four cats and now they are just two.

That she had the best life and gave us the most love a little cat can is a comfort but damn it still hurts like hell……..

Glamour Puss…..

It’s funny the way we see ourselves isn’t it?? I’d always thought that I was a bit of a secret ‘glamour puss’ – pause for hysterical laughter from those who know me….Not in an obvious way (obviously!!) but I definitely thought that there may be a pair or two of Manolo’s in my future closet and that someday I may rekindle my long lost love affair with makeup.

Turns out not though. Turns out that I am a bohemian, slouchy, hippy chick kinda girl through and through and that this caravan living has put pay to any grandoise SATC style daydreams I may ever have had.

Downsizing, decluttering and getting rid of pretty much all your material possessions will do that to you but it seems that its influence runs deeper than that. The night before last we went for an early evening walk just before tea. The hedgerows were full of wild flowers and I picked myself a bunch to put in the one vase/jug that I brought with us. Coming back onto the campsite we bumped into one of our neighbours and he made a comment about how he hoped it wasn’t my birthday and the flowers were what hubby had given me!! I mumbled something back along the lines of ‘oh no he wouldn’t dare’ and then I caught myself thinking that I would actually prefer a hand picked bunch of wild flowers to a bunch of roses all wrapped up in cellophane – how’s that for low maintenance!!!

Christmas just gone was equally low maintenance with us deciding not to get presents for each other. Instead we brought some new DVD’s to watch and a bottle of champagne and it was so much nicer than trying to work out what we each wanted, or just buying off a list.

My beauty routine – although I’m embarrassed to even call it that is made up of water and coconut oil for my face and olive oil fragranced with some vanilla essential oil as a moisturiser – Posh would have a panic attack at the mere thought!! I have also been thinking about growing my hair into ‘dreads’  but seeing as I’m pretty certain hubby’s wedding vows included the silent line of ‘or if she grows dreadlocks’ after the ‘until death do us part‘ bit I may have to rethink that one. Shame though as I quite liked the idea.

So, glamourous I’m not but I must confess to still enjoying the odd bit of sparkle – well quite a lot actually. I love crystals on my flip flops, an armful of bangles with a splash of diamante and I’m a sucker for a sequin or two so maybe all is not lost. Carrie Bradshore I may not be but if Mr Manolo ever makes a pair of flip flops then I’ll be first in the queue…..



A break in the rain yesterday saw us make a dash out and head off to visit the town of Cómpeta. Sat up up in the hills (like most places are around here!) it is the starting point of one of the walks for Maramo and so had an added interest for hubby in particular.

Driving up the windy road from the coast was interesting in itself as driving around here always is. Tight hairpin bends, roads that are dangerously subsiding, not to mention the drivers who take the opportunity to get their quota of thrills in for the month by driving as fast as they possibly can meant that by the time we arrived and pulled over in a scenic spot for some lunch I had my heart in my mouth and my stomach in the back seat!

After some food and a revitialising cuppa (only the English right) we headed off on foot to have a little look around.

Competa has a fascinating history that dates back approximately 2,000 years to the Romans. The village was used for trading purposes by the Romans due to its idyllic location in between the coast and the mountains. Competa also has 800 years of Muslim history, which you can still see from the magnificent Arabic architecture found in the village today.

The town is typical of many around this area, all white buildings and lots of steep narrow streets. You can feel the age of the place as you wander around stopping to take in the breathtaking views that are afforded at regular intervals. We made a pit stop at a hotel with a fantastic view across to the sea for a coffee and basked in the sunshine. Not much is open on a Sunday in Spain and with the tourist season yet to take hold the streets were empty and it was lovely and quiet as we walked around. This is the kind of sightseeing we enjoy! My Spanish is also slowly improving and ordering coffee, asking how much the bill is AND understanding the answer are all becoming easier. Unlike in other European countries where you tend to have receipts brought to the table every time you order here it is much more casual. At first this can be a little disconcerting as you struggle to understand but we are getting better at it for sure!!

The rain is back again today, but we are hoping it clears mid week and the sun is forecast to make its return on Wednesday. We are finally hoping to climb Maroma on Saturday so fingers crossed!! Below are some piccies from our day out.

The Church

Cute little shops

Coffee stop

Three very friendly but very grubby street urchins!

All life here has to cling to the mountainside and these horses are no exception

This little mamma had her baby tucked in safe and sound beside her


Rainy days always get me down……

It’s raining, it’s been raining for days and it’s due to rain for at least another week. 😦 I’m beginning to realise that this is the downside to living in a caravan. We’re couped up and fed up and I need to have a moan about it!!!

So, in no particular order and purely for entertainment value of course !!! my annoyances with the rain are:-

  • Not being able to get outside and practice yoga, unless of course I go down to the restaurant on site and practice there. Seeing as that would involve wrapping up like an artic explorer though (it is very cold in the restaurant) that option is immediately ruled out. (I have a very low threshold for doing anything when I am cold)
  • I can’t do any washing so the laundry basket is looking shockingly full: surely two people can’t really create so much dirty clothing??
  • When it is cold and wet outside it gets damp in the caravan. Hubby is ever so slightly paranoid about this since we have a damp patch underneath one of the windows that needs attention. His solution is to open all the windows and cupboards and try to dry things out with the electric heater, which is up the other end of the caravan to me and the cats at the moment so we are all huddled under a blanket trying to stay warm. Not helping with my mood I can tell you and I’m plotting my revenge as I write, which may just have to have something to do with the chemical toilet (don’t ask too many questions but we only use it for the nicer of eliminations or maybe not today and no I don’t empty it :))
  • The noise of the rain on the roof (ok, I am probably scrapping the barrel with this one, but you don’t realise just how LOUD rain is until you are sitting in a tin can!)
  • Damp towels – I can’t dry my towels out and I hate nothing more than having to dry off after a shower with towel that is not lovely and dry and toasty. You spend all that time getting lovely and warm; and yes the showers have been piping hot for weeks now, and then within seconds of wrapping that damp towel around you everything is cold again…..arrrgghhhh

And talking of showers I am having to share them at the moment with some most unwelcome guests.Crane flies have appeared on site in their masses. They are everywhere almost as if there is an international crane fly convention going on. I used to hate them and run screaming at the mere sight of them but have learned to live with them over the years; unless they fly straight for my face, which you have to admit they have a tendency to do, and then any amount of screaming and flapping around is justified in my book. Sharing my shower with them is a definite no-no though and so I now have to perform a careful inspection of the shower cubicle every morning. This mornings inspection was not so thorough as it turned out as one had sneaked past me and I didn’t spot him until I was just about to step under the torrent of lovely hot water. Damn, water off and clothes back on whilst I dealt with him. Add to this the fact that it just seems so much more effort going for a shower in the rain and you can understand that getting ready in the morning can sometimes be soooo exhausting.

So as you can see life in Spain is not always about sunshine, manana and sangria. No sometimes it is rain, damp and crane flies but I guess that at least I am getting the opportunity to find that out and the up side of all this rain is that the cats don’t want to go out and are therefore available for warm, snuggly cat cuddles……which puts me in mind of an afternoon snooze myself…….


Slow news day…..

It has been that sort of a week – nothing much happening, all a bit grey. Even the sun has disappeared on us.

Since Tinkers diagnosis last week we have not felt like venturing far from home content to just be with her in case things deteriorate. That’s the trouble when you are given time limits, you find yourself fixating on them too much. She has definitely gone down hill over the weekend and getting her to eat anything is proving to be a major task. She has gone off the quark so the diet protocol is now out the window and we are just happy that she will eat anything at all, but all her favorites seem to hold little interest for her. Cream cheese is still a sure bet though so at least I am still able to mix her painkiller into that. She is still purring and wanting attention though so we are hanging on in there with her.

We spent much of the weekend on site and had some interesting ‘neighbours’ who spent most of their time shooting at a fence with some air pistols – strange behavour for sure!!

We drove into town on saturday morning to buy some fibre glass to fix a small hole in the side of the caravan – damaged by a overhanging tree on the journey down. Hubby also wanted to adjust the wheel bearings on the caravan and we had to buy a jack as some wicked women had made him leave his trolley jack at home (well down the rubbish tip actually; and in my defence if he hadn’t left clearing out the garage until the morning of our move he may have been able to bring it but as it was by that stage all space in the car/caravan had been earmarked for other use.)

Being an ex engineer hubby doesn’t often relinquish car jobs to other people, you know people who have more time and space and facilities to do these sort of things, what do you call them, oh yes MECHANICS… No, hubby much prefers doing the job himself and then spends hours telling me how the design of various different engines is all wrong. I try to be interested but am afraid that I normally glaze over after a few seconds of said engineering rant. Doesn’t stop him though, oh no, and I am always called upon to help with whatever job has presented itself. These ‘jobs’ usually involve me with my hand shoved deep inside the engine (because mine are smaller than his: lucky me!!), or laying under the car, or hammering something, or pulling something all the while getting covered in oil that refuses to come out for a week, breaking finger nails, standing in the pouring rain, howling wind or sometimes even snow and quietly wondering why my ‘Prince Charming’ had to come complete with a full set of Haynes manuals…..

So, you will understand then why my blood turned cold when he cheerfully announced at the weekend that the caravan needed some maintenance work and that my help was required!!! I tried to put on my bestest ‘of course I’ll help face’ but it obviously read ‘oh bloody hell’ as hubby was remarkably calm and chilled about the whole procedure, managed to only comment on the previous mechanics workmanship once and then quickly stated ‘that I’m only thinking out loud’ and it was all over in under the hour!! All I had to do was stand and watch that the caravan didn’t move when jacked up and the handbrake taken off (we aren’t on a level site) That was it, no oil, grease, rain, grit, broken nails, scuffed knuckles, nothing…….nada…….hmmmm I wonder if this is a sign of things to come??

Sunday was a rainy day and so I sat on the bed all day with Tinker and sorted through all our scanned photos putting them into files. It took all day but was a fun job looking back over our life so far. I have put some of the pictures up on my facebook page – you can see them here. I think that was the last of the jobs left over from our move and it feels good now to have them all out of the way. To have all our photo’s together in digital format (stored in more than on place) is cool and a lot less space is required! We had nearly 8000 photo’s in albums from the days before digital cameras that we couldn’t bring and didn’t want to store so this is the ideal solution.

So, no other news I’m afraid. Our next move has been put on hold for a few weeks whilst we see how Tinker fairs. We didn’t want to stress her out with a days travelling at this moment in time so we are reviewing the situation as we go. Granada will have to wait a few more weeks. Lets just hope hubby doesn’t find anymore car jobs in the meantime…….

Spanish Culture…

Spain; widely known for its Flamenco dancing, bull fighting, beaches, sunshine and paella, it certainly delivers on all of those points but there is much more to Spain than the preconceived image that we all have of it.

The Spaniards have a saying ‘Spain is different’ and I would have to agree that I have definitely noticed some differences to Spain – although those differences are probably not what the Spanish meant when they coined their phrase!!

The Spanish are a loud and gregarious race, always ready to be sociable and more than happy to while away their time deep in animated conversation – usually in the middle of the market or shopping aisle it has to be said, which upsets hubby greatly!!

Weekends on the campsites are now noisy affairs and music features heavily. Trust me when I say that the Spanish music that we hear in the UK is the good stuff and there seems to be very little of it here. Now I know that it is all perception but please……give me Val Doonican or a rendition from Des O’Connor any day. The obviously very elderly crooner’s wailing away excitedly to the mad strumming’s of a Spanish guitar are never going to make it into my top ten of must listen to music!!

Second to music, alcohol seems to be a favourite pass time. It seems normal practice to enjoy a brandy chaser with coffee – not unusual I here you cry – well it is when its only 10am in the morning! The village square down in Benamoracarra – 10 minutes from us – is busy morning, noon and night. It is a pleasant enough little town and one that we normally only drove through, very slowly as drinking is not kept to the confines of the bars and you can never be too sure if anyone is going to step out in front of the car as you come around the corner. But since our local supermarket did away with its cash machine (no idea why as it seems a logical place to have one) we now have to use the one in ‘Bennie’. This means I have to run the gauntlet of stares and the descending silence as I step out of the car. It doesn’t help of course that we have an English plated car – the stares we get at that alone make you feel as though you have two heads – but of course I’m all blonde hair and very obviously ‘not from round ‘ere’.

That is not to say the Spanish are unfriendly as they are not. The more elderly amongst them can seem a little ‘prickly’ until you wave, smile and offer up a few ‘hola’s’ and then you are usually home dry. Not that we see much of them as our body clocks are on completely opposite settings. Hubby and I are usually up with the larks – sometimes even before (note to hubby 4.30am is not an acceptable time to get up!) and the Spanish are more happy in the twilight zone. Shopping in the day is a pleasure as there is pretty much no-one around: except the English and the Germans that is. Go out at night and it’s a different story, think Oxford Street the weekend before Christmas. We are normally tucked up in bed long before they have even got going for the day.

The best thing about the Spanish though is that they appreciate the importance of relaxation – except when driving; then they all become budding Fernando Alonso’s, which is another story for another post! No, the thing I like about them is that they know that life is to be enjoyed and that rushing around like a headless chicken is not conducive to enjoyment. The pace of life here is visibly more relaxed. You can see it in people’s faces, in their body language. In the UK we rush, heads down, not making eye contact lest it delay us from our busy lives. Here, they make time for each other, take pleasure in socialising and sharing. It’s nice and the energy given of is more positive and you can’t help but relax as well – unless you are hubby and are in the market of course and then it’s best just to stand back and watch as he obliterates old people and children alike who dare to dawdle in front of him – not one of his favourite places particularly as his wife tends to morph into one of the dawdlers as well.

There is plenty more I could say about Spain and I probably will in another post! but for now I will say that Spain for the most part is a relaxed place to live. Quirky, noisy at times, but true mañana in the sun!!


Fernando Alonso

Fernando Alonso

Fernando Alonso