I am writing this retrospectively, now that we have arrived at our home for the next year, so this is a bit of a memory of our journey from the UK to Andalusia.
I am writing this retrospectively, now that we have arrived at our home for the next year, so this is a bit of a memory of our journey from the UK to Andalusia.
We have just spent our last weekend in the UK before we embark on our adventure, and it has been a very (unexpectedly) emotional one.
In our last post, I mentioned, in passing, that we had not yet secured a tenant for our London home. In the dim and distant past, I used to be involved in property, so I know how estate agents operate and I know how much they are criticised. Sadly, much of the criticism, from my recent experience, is justified!
In one week's time, we will have disembarked the ferry at Bilbao and will be starting our drive down through Spain to our new home!
If you wanted a straight answer, then the answer would be No. However, it is never as simple as that...
In the years since we joined the Common Market, I have increasingly felt European as opposed to British. Indeed, there have been many aspects of British life over the decades that have made me feel ashamed to call myself British...
On our list of essential items to buy before our move is an inflatable kayak. To most people, that may not be considered to be an essential item...
We are going to be driving down to our new home at the end of September...
Our home for 12 months from September 2016 is a lovely village house owned by a friend of a friend. The travel business provided access to some really lovely people, and these people always seem to remember you and welcome you back with open arms.
One of the main reasons we, Andrew and I, decided to move to Spain for a year was in order to see our friends and family more often and for longer.
