An Englishwoman in Galicia, in a tiny tower, on a slab of rock...
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There are but a few problems here that haven’t been tackled with a neighbour and a step ladder. Roof tiles blow off: Juan is up the ladder into the small...
Time spent in Galicia centred on the coast for the first years: the tiny tower in Estribela, trips to Vigo and Pontevedra, a boyfriend in Bueu. Horizons widened...
I’m trying my damnedest to rekindle the language I studied 30+ years ago. There’s a vague memory of stumbling through a Spanish oral exam and a less vague one...
The small balcony faces south east and gets the morning sun. My actual son managed to break the plastic, yellow chair that sat comfortably for four years in a...
The summer solstice coincides with the festival of San Juan, which I stumbled on last year. Parts of the large car park were sectioned off during several days...
Once the offer of 22,000 euros had been accepted, I turned up in Pontevedra one day in December to sign the contract and collect the keys. It turned out that an...
If it wasn’t for the lockdowns, home working, home schooling and little else to do for light relief other than have one too many in the garden or browse the...
I spoke to my neighbour, Juan, half an hour ago. This isn’t unusual as I see him and his wife every half an hour as they potter from their house to the small...