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    Tomatoes!

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    Bought some tomatoes today.  I have to say, I hadn't seen black tomotoes, until I came to Spain.  Out of the three different types, I preferred the yellow ones; much sweeter.  The red were a little acidic.  The black tasted quite nice, but the skins were rather tough.

    ​A bit of a tomato expert, me!
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    Cor Blimey, It's hot!

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    When I walked outside the door this morning to say goodbye to Jean and Myra, I nearly fainted.  Today is a bloody hot day.  It feels even hotter, as there is no sea breeze.  

    We went shopping in Lidl, after the surgery; really just for the free aircon. It was approaching the mid 40s, in the car park.  Everyone was melting.

    I gave the cats a shower when I got in.  Despite her reluctance. Precious seemed to enjoy it in the end!

    ​Tonight is going to be another one of those nights!
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    Doctors!

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    After Katie's little accident on Friday, she had to go to the Health Centre in Gran Alacant, to have the dressing on her wound changed.  I went along with her, as we had to go to The GA Centre afterwards.  I have only been to the centre once, to pick up my SIP card, so had no idea what to expect.

    My only other experience of a Doctors Surgery. is the many wonderful hours I spent sitting in them, in Southampton. To be honest, in The UK, I have spent what seems like a lifetime, waiting to see a Doctor;  I expected the same here.  Well nothing could have been further from the truth. We were in and out with in ten minutes.  The nurse was polite and engaging, the service exceptional.

    It really made me quite angry, to see The Spanish system working perfectly, when in Britain, it is falling apart.  From my experience, with the number of immigrants entering the UK, the situation was at times dreadful and inexcusable.  Waiting to see a GP for two weeks; sitting in a surgery for hours on end and most importantly seeing the NHS collapsing, because of the lack of resources and the open door policy.

    In Spain you can't even see a Doctor, until you pay into the system.  Katie had a bill of 140€, reduced to 30€, because she does not have her SIP card yet.  Isn't that how it should be?  If you are not a resident, or are not paying into the system, then you should have to pay, sorry to say that Katie!

    Today I was expecting a painful experience, but actually had a painless, stress free, no waiting one.  Just how it should be.  Come on Britain, follow Spain's example!
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    What lurks in the shadows!

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    I've always been, pretty gullible;  there will always be people who take advantage of others; it is a part of who they are.  No matter what you do or say to them, they are not going to change; you have too!

    You can tell I have finally established myself in Gran Alacant, when a friend, I met here, turned round and told me exactly what they thought.  They were not nasty and said what they did for good intentions.  After six months I have formed friendships, some of them very close.  This was a person I met from day one; we got on like a house on fire.  Other people can see through your own ignorance, blocking out the reality, of what bad elements do to people like myself, just for self gain. Establishing oneself in a new place, is hard enough, let alone in a foreign country.  At the beginning you can be a little too desperate to form friendships; mistakes are made and you choose the wrong people.  

    I always try to suss people out these days.  I can tell the good from the bad, really I can, but for some reason I just choose to ignore my own intuition.  Clouded judgement comes from awkward or alien circumstances; that has always been the case with me. During my time in GA, I have made many friends, so yesterday's wake up call was just what I needed.  substantiality suggests, that I do need to offload some of the deadwood, even now after only six months!

    We did have all that trouble with she who shall remain nameless, three months ago.  I realised straight away, what was going on and reacted accordingly; she was gone, straight away.  The one person I thought was OK, used us for a place to stay, still owing hundreds of €uro's.  Other people are now finding out to their cost, exactly what she is like too.  Obviously I feel for them, but they never listened to me at the time. That is besides the point;  people like her only exist, because others let them get away with it; they do not support friends and only think about themselves; something I don't do!

    She is past history; good riddance to her!  There are still plenty of other people out there, willing to take advantage of more victims waiting in the wings.  The most important lesson, I have learned out here, is that this place is hard.  To forge a living is difficult at the best of times, so if the users of this World, want to make their life, a little easier, they will, no matter who gets hurt in the process.  I have witnessed this first hand and due to who I am, my morals and nature, I dislike what I see.  I can't change people, that is for sure, nor do I want to, but I can choose to avoid the worst culprits.

    I am still learning from my experiences.  I am surrounding myself with those I know to be true and honest.  I am avoiding many of the harmful influences and choose to keep myself to myself in the main.  Sometimes I see Jamie acting in a way, that I would call destructive.  I will always speak to him, about what I think is right or appropriate. Honesty is always best.  Jamie may or may not listen to me, that isn't important.  The most important point of all this, is being honest with yourself and them.  

    I have become very selective in who I choose to associate with.  There is no straight line between good and bad.  I know many people who have had challenging lives who are good people.  Whatever they have done or still do, is unimportant.  If they are kind hearted and all the things I would wish for myself, that is all I care about.  I have known many different people, from many walks of lives, with many different backgrounds and histories; I never judge anyone!  If they are a friend to me, then that's all that matters.  If they treat me and my friends with respect, then I will always do the same.

    Compared to the city I come from, Gran Alacant is by far and away, the odds on winner. Of all the places I have lived, this 'village' has one of the best mix and caliber of person I have ever met.  This has a lot to do with the expat nature of GA, but also the reasons why people came to live here in the first place; many stories similar to mine. After what happened in my life, I have to be careful, not to let that happen again, at all costs.

    A few choice words yesterday made me open my eyes.  I realised that not everyone is as generous of spirit as I and those I am close to.  I take advice, always, now. I have and continue to learn much about others and without my friends here, I would not be able to stay, while my husband is in Australia.  It is testimony to most of the residents in Gran Alacant, that I have stayed.  This is indeed my home, though I am mindful of what lurks in the shadows!


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    Jean and Myra!

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    Went out with Myra and Jean for an Indian last night.  They have been very good, paying for me, all the time they are staying here, not that I expect it.  After another wonderful curry at Dream Corner we went for drinks at Zest.  It is a shame I couldn't show them anymore of Gran Alacant, but with no access to a car, it is very difficult. Myra has emphysema and finds it difficult to walk at the best of times.  When you consider the mountainous terrain in the region, it is virtually impossible to get around, without transport.  

    We all drunk way too much last night.  Myra and Jean brought a few jugs of sangria, on top of beer and vodka, so I was really feeling the pain, this morning.  Both Jean and Myra have been continually impressed, by how well everyone has treated them in Gran Alacant.  Everyone has been welcoming and have made their brief time here enjoyable. They both wanted to thank Zest and all the staff, in Sierra Mar, for going out of their way to make them feel at home.  Like myself, they find the community in GA a real breath of fresh air.  This kind of place is rare, certainly doesn't exist in Britain anymore and really does open one's eyes to the sincerity of expats who live in this little part of the Costa Blanca!

    I am going to miss Jean and Myra, when they leave for Benidorm tomorrow, it has been a pleasure having them stay here.  I have known them both for many years; they are the good ones we left behind.  We have all had a chance to catch up and discuss the future, which for myself and Darrell, still remains uncertain.  Both of them can see how much happier I am, living in Gran Alacant.  In fact I don't think they can even remember, the last time I was this happy.  The sad fact of life here, however, is that it does remain hard.  The job situation is particularly deficient and flawed, so both of us, are doing what we can, to make ends meet at the moment; Darrell living in Australia, will go a long way to securing our future.  Not something we wish to endure for the long term, but something that could work quite well for a number of years, until we can both afford to buy a place in Spain outright.
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    Friends like Jean and Myra are certainly hard to come by.  As I have got older, I have become more grateful for those friends I have had in my life for many years.  We both saw Myra, Jean's sister, just before we left for Spain.  In all honesty, I hadn't seen Jean for many years, probably eight or more.  When you have good friendships, you don't have to live in and out of each other's pockets, everyday. We have restarted where we left off, just like it was yesterday, that's exactly how it should be.

    I employed Jean in a business I acquired, about fifteen years ago, she was a chef and a bloody good one at that.  Previously I worked with Jean as her Manager, in similar circumstances.  We were always quite close, ending up in all sorts of situations.  To be perfectly honest, we used to get in loads of trouble, having food fights after work, even causing hundreds of pounds worth of damage to a console at work, on one occasion.
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    I remember one specific event, when Jean had gone to Makro, to get supplies for the cafe she was Managing, well I was in one of my mischievous moods, which was always a bad sign.  I waited for about half an hour, knowing that Jean would have almost completed the shop and phoned up the customer service desk at Makro.  I made up some cock and ball story about there being some emergency and could they do an announcement over the tannoy, getting Jean to the desk.  For the life of me I can't remember the joke I played, but it was enough for Jean to feel extremely embarrassed at the desk, leave all the shopping behind, and with rage in her eyes, try to kill me when she got back.

    I used to play jokes on  her all the time and we had the best laugh at work.  Obviously today, we would be sacked on the spot, but back in the day, we just seemed to get away with it.  These were fun times; I have many fond memories, when my job was enjoyable and I worked with some of the craziest people I have ever met.  
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    Since our time working together, myself and Jean spent long periods when we didn't see each other, but of course remained friends.  I  also met and became friends with her sister Myra and got to know her lovely son and daughter, who are a credit to her. These are the friends akin to family, the good ones, the ones that never took, always gave and represented real friendship, over many years.  These are the friends we were sad to leave behind; welcoming to our new home, whenever they are passing.

    Southampton holds many memories for Darrell and myself.  Until Jean and Myra arrived, I was only remembering the bad; the precursor to our arrival in Spain. Having one's memories jogged, by two friends, about the finest, unsurpassed occasions, the wonderful reflections and the times that were not tarnished has been worth it.  Up until they arrived, I tried to block out my life in that place.  Not all the years I spent there were bad and it has taken two dear friends to evoke the best of the past, that I had locked away in that dark recess of my mind, where all such trauma is stored!