This blog is brought to you, for a change, from on location in Sunny Sedella. Yes, we’re actually here and not having to write about it from a less than sunny outlook. As I start this latest thrilling instalment it’s currently 10 past 9 in the morning, I’m sitting on the terrace and looking out at the white painted houses, with the sun reflecting onto them. We’re not in the sun just yet but it won’t be too long before it swings around and bumps the temperature up.
With this blog being called The Slow Walkers, I thought it was about time that walking was mentioned, or slow walking to be more accurate.
Back in the UK, walking wasn’t something we did much at all, certainly not planned walks and suchlike. Ok, we’d walk to the shops and things like that but not too much else. Visiting Sedella changed all that, as it’s such a glorious place to be, you just feel the need to wander around…..
Hello again and welcome to the 3 month anniversary of my first blog. Actually, it’s a little bit over that but I can’t be rounding it up to 4 months or even almost 4 months.
What can I say about the past 3 months, well, there was the initial wailing and frustration at not being able to put things where I wanted them on the pages. I foolishly thought it would be a case of what you see on the page is what you get, I was mistaken…….
We were the only two passengers in the minibus and Mrs S glanced over at me, as the vehicle bounced around and mouthed, what I saw as “wah wee o-ring”. If I’d had an online translator, I could have worked out that she actually said, where are we going? Seeing as neither of us had been on that road before, my answer was always going to be “I don’t know” but it was daylight, so that was a good thing, wasn’t it?…..
Well, the last blog ended rather suddenly and with no cliffhanger scenario to draw you back for another visit. As I sit here now, I’m beginning to have unsettling flashbacks to my school days and the constant battle with essays. I say essays but my English teacher, Mr Moore, who had a very broad Welsh accent, disagreed and felt that two pages did not constitute an essay….. Continue reading “Visiting in July, scorchio.”
Apologies for not updating the blog sooner but reality has a way of sneaking up and needing attending to. Where were we?
We spend most of the week not straying too far from the village but exploring the streets and each night, taking a promenade around the village. There’s something restorative about watching a lovely sunset and also safe in the knowledge that the mosquitoes will have to dine elsewhere but coupled with the fact that your hands are now beginning to feel unnaturally soft. Always a catch.
Anyway, towards the end of our week, we drive down to Torre Del Mar and find that it’s market day…… Continue reading “Finally, visiting the house, part 3.”
It’s mid afternoon, shopping put away, bags not yet unpacked and we’re sitting on the terrace, accompanied by the sound of the church bells, marking the hour, sipping the celebratory cava in the sun and wondering if this is all really a dream. Part of the reason for this is possibly the 2am start to go to the airport and also because it was all so different to what we’re used to. Even though we’d completed the purchase before this trip, it hasn’t really sunk in yet, that the house is ours…..
We didn’t have to wait too long to finally get into our house, as we had flights booked for early June. We knew we had some furniture and white goods there and a little crockery, so we wouldn’t be going into a completely empty house. Mrs S had some ideas for things to take out but we were limited by the amount of stuff we could get into hold and hand baggage. As it was bought to be a holiday home, we thought that a week there would give us an idea of further things we might need but I have to say, the bags were filled to the maximum with all sorts of bits and bobs, including four run of the mill breakfast bowls…..
Well, I’ve been trying to make the webpage open with the homepage, instead of going into the blogs. I’ve been led to believe this is the better way to run the site.
I managed to do this (no applause please) but then had the home page with another home page underneath. I’m currently in the process of attempting to find out how I’ve duplicated this in a menu driven system
Despite the above, this is not a rant, more of a “letting it all out” type of thing and to let you know that I’m trying to get things right, whilst writing another post. So, don’t give up and keep looking in, if only to see how chaotic I can make things, without even trying.
GOOD NEWS. There will be a new post soon.
Here are two more photos by way of compensation.
All Images © 2008- TheSlowWalkers
Having returned to the UK, we turned our minds to the last visit to the village and what we thought about the house. This was also while getting ready for the inevitable Christmas fever. Don’t get me wrong, we love Christmas and we enjoy Christmas but does the run up have to be like being in a rugby match whenever you leave the safety of home?
We both felt that buying a place in Spain was a big step and I’d say that we did our best to research everything we could about not only the area but also the purchasing side of things. Of course, the estate agent had told us that he had a solicitor who would carry out the whole process for us and because he “knew” people, it would be done quickly. We tended to think that we would be the ones “done quickly” and so resisted his advances, despite being told that other people were interested in the property.