At the moment we are sweltering in silly heat.  It is constantly in the high thirties or more  at the moment and it doesn’t show any sign of getting cooler.  We have learned some lessons from last summer and have made the house a bit more bearable downstairs.  This hot weather is, apparently, abnormal for…

May has been rather busy for the eight of us (I adult, 1 man-child, 4 dogs, 2 cats) since it has involved a visit to France, as detailed last time, and, since then, a major Fiesta in our village plus the visit of my mum for a week.  And, of course, the European elections which…

I know what you’re thinking.  Bordeaux, isn’t that in France and isn’t this supposed to be a blog about Spain?  Well, we had to visit there for this last weekend because we had no choice.  Literally, no choice.  It was the occasion of my god-daughter’s First Communion.  You can’t miss that, can you?  I’m not…

So, I wrote this the night before the bombings in Sri Lanka.  It did not seem right to post anything on a blog that expressed how happy we had been previously because, frankly, after the dreadful news, we both felt the opposite.  Our physical selves are still in Spain but our thoughts, especially after being…

Okay, not an obvious title but one that sums up the travelling done since Sonalee returned, via Malaga Airport, a few weeks ago.  Ah, Malaga Airport.  The place where you hear more cockney accents than any other European city and where Russian is spoken by many many people who are definitely honest, not dodgy at…

Ma baby dun gon.  Sonalee is away in the UK tending to her mother and catching up with her amazing nephews.  It means that there ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone.  And a great excuse to link to these videos.  As a piece of film, this is pretty dammed good.  And, whatever the drummer is…

It looks like the winter is on its way out in Fuente Tojar.  The days are longer, sunnier and much more pleasant,  although the nights can still be a bit nippy.  Could it be that we will soon be wearing shorts and t-shirt again?  Whilst the memories of a bitter London are still fresh in…

Apologies for the Spanglish title;  ‘or bust’ doesn’t translate well into Spanish.  But it does kind of illustrate what the last few weeks have been like for the both of us.  We have been living in two very different worlds where the juxtaposition of our life here in rural Andalusia and that of job-seeking in…

It was the festival of the Three Kings and, given its importance to my god-daughter, we planned a trip to Bilbao nearly 800km away to see her.  Of course, it wouldn’t just be her.  It would also be her brother and sister, her parents, her grandparents, her uncle and aunty, her other uncle, her grandmother’s…

Feliz Ano Nueve!  Welcome to the first blog of the New Year.  It’s going to be a big and bewildering year again for the two us and our brood.  We have Brexit to deal with and finding a job somewhere and our 50th birthdays and a wedding in Romania to attend and trying, desperately, to…