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From a new life in spain, to an old life in britain, 'roaming brit' documents uncertain times!

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On 31st January 2016, my partner and I left Southampton to start a new life as Expats in Gran Alacant, on the Costa Blanca. This blog will document our journey, as we navigate the Spanish system, travelling a path untried and untested. With Brexit looming, political turmoil in Europe, and an unpredictable future, harsh decisions must be made. Illness, family bonds, and a Change of heart all make for challenging times in the life of a 'Roaming Brit!'

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Settling into Expat life, in Gran Alacant!

5/1/2023

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We had a house full of furniture and two cats to bring from the UK, to our new home in Gran Alacant.  The easiest option for us, was for Jamie and me to fly from Southampton Airport and for Darrell and close friend Dale to drive from Britain, down through France, into Spain and onto the Costa Blanca; two days in a van with me, Darrell and the cats, was likely to end in bloodshed otherwise.

This was a journey that took Dale and Darrell several days to complete. In France, halfway through the journey, they stopped at a cat friendly hotel and rested as long as they could, before completing the journey. When they arrived, it was a frantic few days of unpacking, before Darrell dropped off the van in Alicante, and we could finally start to live our lives, far away from the troubles of the past.

Sitting in the tiny lounge, surrounded by boxes, slightly shivering on a cold February day, I remember how happy I was to finally be away from Britain. Our last few months there were not the best, and Spain was just the new start all of us needed. None of us knew the area at all, so once Dale had left for the UK, the three of us began to explore our new home of Gran Alacant.

The 'Rehab,' or 'Recovery train,' (recovering from life in The UK) was our first venture into this quiet urbanisation. This miniature train, on wheels, would circumnavigate Gran Alacant several times a day, and we could hop on and off as and when we liked. After a particularly wobbly walk down Heart Attack Hill, to Molly Malone's Irish Pub, the first pub we visited in GA and one of our favourite haunts, We caught the train, just outside the bar and travelled the short distance to the Centro Commercial. This modern town had everything you could need, including several supermarkets, Mercadona and Lidl, the obligatory tobacconist, where I would by my Mojito flavoured cigarettes at 4.35€ a packet, half the price they were in the UK, and of course plenty of bars and restaurants.

Barloko, as it was named then, was situated at the top of the main shopping centre and during our first few weeks we went there several times. We hadn't yet found our own neighbourhood local, Sierra Mar, which was actually hidden away in a small gated community, down the bottom of a rather steep incline, a few minutes from our house in Calle Canarias.

At Barloko, or Roger's bar as we liked to call it, we met many of the locals at this popular venue and of course the amazing Roger himself, who was always a friendly face, even when things weren't going our way. He would often sit and chat with us, explain a bit about Gran Alacant and help us find our way around. Roger is one of those characters you just can't forget, and it was always lovely to see him.

We also spent a lot of time in Alicante itself, just a forty-five-minute bus journey away. This cultured city, full to bursting with architectural wonders, a beautiful castle and our favourite part, the marina, was just what we needed to get over the UK. It was a World away from the drudgery of Britain and even in winter, we could sit in our preferred venue of choice, 'Soho Mar,' just passing the time of day, forgetting our worries and feeling every bit like we were on holiday.

Of course, we weren't on vacation, we were there to start a new life in the sun and by the beginning of March, it was time to start building a future, and looking for work in Gran Alacant.

Out of the three of us, I was the first person to find a job in GA, at 'The Easy Horse Care' Charity shop in Plaza Mayor, at the bottom of Heart Attack Hill, a fifteen-minute walk from Carabassi. I worked several days a week and was paid a small wage to keep me going while I looked for something more permanent. The charity did what it said on the tin, rescuing horses and donkeys in the local area; this magnificent shop, consisting of furniture on one level and clothing above, was my first real foray into the neighbourhood of Gran Alacant. At first, I was a bit dubious about taking on the position, after my bad experience working for a charity in the UK, but my reluctance soon passed, as I made friends, worked hard and began to integrate into a community that welcomed me with open arms.

The Charity shop opened my eyes to the well established Expat community, and it wasn't long before I began to venture out more and more. Sierra Mar, was a short walk from my house on the hill, so I wandered down to this friendly square whenever I had the chance. It wasn't long before 'Zest,' a newly opened bar, became my second home. Lee and Brett were the perfect hosts and always welcoming, as were Steve and Paul behind the bar. Along with Aunty Pam, who cooked the best comfort food and was always free for a hug or two, they soon became akin to family in Spain; these were familiar faces in an unfamiliar World. When confronted with a new beginning, it is important to find your niche, somewhere to feel relaxed and at home and for me at least, Zest was it.

It wasn't long before I got to know the locals and when Darrell was called away to Australia, a few months after we arrived, these were the people that got me through. Darrell's Mother was diagnosed with cancer in 2016, and although we didn't know it then, our time would be cut short in Spain because of her illness. With Darrell travelling back and forth to Perth, I made the best of a bad situation. Settling into life in Gran Alacant was the most important factor, in me staying there for as long as I did. Had it not been for my Mother in law's illness, in all probability we would still be there now.

Of course, part of settling into a new neighbourhood is establishing lasting friendships. Luckily I met long term friends Andy and Katie, who lived just around the corner from me and then there was Paul and Michelle, who were instrumental in making me feel a part of their lives, especially when Darrell wasn't there. It is true to say I went into myself a lot more and became very withdrawn at times, but when you see your dream ebbing away, it is all you can do to cope with the changing landscape.

Gran Alacant was an easy place to settle down, it had everything I ever wanted and more - people I cared about, a community of like-minded individuals, helpful friends and local residents, and the perfect location on the Costa Blanca that worked for us. It wasn't in the throng of Benidorm, it offered a more relaxed place to live, but with a busy social scene that came into its own, especially at night, making you feel you were actually somewhere bigger. With so many nationalities living in one place, it was the best choice for us, and I am so glad we lived there, even if it was for only a few years. The memories I made, and the friends I still have today, are a tribute to the place I was honoured to call home, and a fitting homage to the Expat community who looked out for me, in a way nobody had done before!

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Remembering Gran Alacant!

22/4/2019

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This was always a special time of year, living in Gran Alacant. The sun was shining but the hoards of tourists had not yet descended on this perfect little urbanisation on the Costa Blanca. Everyone seemed happy and cheerful, giving a friendly wave as they walked by and the bars and restuarants were slowly beginning to fill with home owners and visitors, returning from the long winter break. Social media is a sure fire way of being reminded of where we used to live, the friends we once knew and the wonderful times we shared. Today my 'memory' feed is full of stories from our three years living in Spain, and as usual I am able to smile and recall the events that made my time living in GA memorable, unforgettable and indellibly etched on my soul.

I have spoken about negative aspects of my life on the Costa Blanca before and there were many, but after returning to the UK nearly a year ago, I am able to see past the difficulties and remember with passion the more carefree, contented times and to be honest, I miss living in this beautiful part of Europe, I do have some fond memories that continue to give me great joy today.

Despite the ducking and diving and financial struggles, Gran Alacant offered a community life that I fell in love with. The people who lived and worked there were always welcoming and willing to pass the time of day, share a joke and chat about subjects important to the Expats who had made this place their home. There were very few people I didn't like, I got on with most of my friends and neighbours, who were there for me at strenuous periods, especially after just relocating to Spain. Darrell and I asked others for very little, preferring to do our own thing, succeeding and failing in equal measure. The years we spent living in GA were character building and important for our future direction. As individuals we grew and experienced many aspects of life we hadn't before. The battles we fought then seemed terribly arduous at the time, but they were a catalyst for the way we cope today. My general sense of well-being is better now than ever, because I learned to survive in the harshest of climates.

In Spain I lived frugally, only spending what I needed to, surviving without luxury but never going without. As a couple we had an old car that barely got us from A to B, but it was ours and we learned to live as my parents would have lived in the 1950s. Cooking in bulk, no convenience food, no take aways and rarely eating out - the natural way to live, for those of us who weren't tourists that is and I actually enjoyed it. I'm sure I complained bitterly at the time, but the truth is, I look back with fondness at this struggles we endured and I am proud of what we achieved during our short time living in Gran Alacant.

The photographs from our Spanish life, tells a story of independence, doing things our way and sharing a special chapter with some truly exceptional people. When I read back over my blog from that time, I hear and see the determination inside of me to succeed living in Spain and for a long while I did; both of us really began to think we had found our eutopia. Had our circumstances been different we probably would have stayed and built a life for ourselves away from the stress and stain of Britain, but it just wasn't to be. The smiling faces in the selfies, photographs with friends and pictures of an outdoor life were really just a facade. This enlightening aspect of life was only ever going to exist all the time we lived abroad and to be honest, I am glad that is the case.

My spanish memories are positive in the main, because of the journey I travelled, an excursion that ended at Alicante Airport in April 2018. That doesn't mean Spain is over forever, I do hope to return one day. I have a special place in my heart for Gran Alacant, its people, the bars and restaurants and our little Casa over looking a revine with amazing views over Alicante Province. Today I look back with satisfaction at a life that could have been and remember with warmth and affection a place that will always remain home!
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Stop Running!

3/9/2018

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Having experienced sociopathic behaviour in the past, I slowly became aware that going to Spain was not a solution to dealing with such anti social conduct. Moving to Gran Alacant was my partner Darrell's decision ultimately; I went along with his wishes, hoping we could start a fresh away from the difficulties of the past. I remained open minded and willing to do all I could to settle into Expat life. The reality is, both of us gave up on the idea of living in Spain, a long time ago, for a number of reasons, some a matter of economics, others concerning logistics and many more, complicated combinations of emotions and home truths; in a new series of blog entries, I want to discuss the pitfalls we encountered, living in Gran Alacant and the truth behind our departure. In today's entry I wanted to talk about people, the personalities we met, good and bad and how one such person made me finally decide to leave the Costa Blanca.

I have been back in Britain for over three months now and am finally enjoying life again. For the last year I haven't had the best of times. Most of those I met in Spain were fantastic in every sense of the word; local matriarch June, welcomed Darrell and I with open arms, helping us navigate the community in which we were now living; bar owners Brett and Lee always offered a word or two of support when needed and close friends Andy and Katie were always there, through good times and bad. The residents of GA were a joy to be around; we all shared some wonderful times together. Aunty Pam at Zest, a motherly figure, who was always available for a hug when needed; Gavin, the proprietor of Molly Malones who wanted both Darrell and I to stay, offered us far more than we could ever have hoped for and Lorraine and David, two customers from the bar I worked in, who became and remain close friends today. These were just a few of the wonderful characters we were close to, people we will dearly miss; there were however others, who I will remember for very different reasons. It would be wrong of me to mention names, so close after our departure, but it is appropriate that I at least say something, about the worse GA threw our way.

At the beginning of today's entry, I mentioned that dreaded word 'sociopath,' something I have a lot of experience of and a subject I write about often. Once you have been a victim of someone with 'Anti Social Personality Disorder,' the chances are you will be again. For some reason sociopaths and empaths like me are attracted to one another and in true form I met such an individual in Gran Alacant. At first I believed he was genuine, and a decent member of the local community; I even referred to him as a gentleman; falling for his charms. If I had been more focused and aware, I would have seen right through this charade being played out before my very eyes. For the first few months of our friendship, I was happy and content; It wasn't too long however before the cracks started to show and I began to understand, just who I was dealing with.

A sociopath seeks to control others; I felt the signs once more, only this time I wasn't taking any of it and resisted as much as I could. Paranoia, hate, lies and deceit were all part of the game and I became disillusioned and depressed at times, coping with childish, pedantic, dramatic and neurotic behaviour. For the most part, I just agreed, smiled sweetly and just got on with my life; in general it worked. I listened less and less to the unsubstantiated claims, brutal words and constant attacks against those who were in the firing line this week, including me. I had worked out how to wipe my mind of all negative thoughts and direct my attentions to more important tasks, not fantasies made up in the mind of a mad person.

After  a while dealing with such delusional reactions, to perfectly normal situations, you do become rather drained and it can takes its toll on your psyche. There were occasions I felt exasperation, defeated and worn out, but I wasn't going to let such a person destroy my sense of wellbeing again; in the main they didn't and I rose above what I was witnessing. Towards the end of my time in Spain, I was able to disregard the bitterness and decide my own destiny, not having someone else decide it for me and chose to return home. It was clear, the sociopathic mayhem I was running away from in the UK, existed everywhere, especially in a tiny Expat enclave on the Costa Blanca. Exploiting others who are less fortunate is just another example of someone with low moral fibre, falsely believing they are more important than the likes of me for example; it's only because I have been at the sharp end before that I was able to recognise the signs and get out when I did.

Today I am happy living with family once more, missing many I used to know in Spain. I chose to leave before yet another low life pushed me over a cliff. Thankfully he did me a favour and I am now home with my parents at a crucial time. If there was a moral to this story it is, stop running away from your problems, they will follow you wherever you go. Stand up to the bullies, walk away and stick two fingers up to their twisted sense of reality; Gran Alacant made me see the light and today I pride myself on what a good judge of character I am; Gran Alacant taught me more in three years than I learned in 47; for that I am truly grateful!

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