Well, here we go: a new entry into the 'blogosphere' designed to tell tales of two countries (the names may be changed to protect the not-so-innocent): life in La Alpujarra in the summer from the viewpoint of a single mother with a penchant for various forms of excitment. Followed by being consigned to the centrally-heated English house in winter, where the only feasible form of excitement is generated by friends visiting with a bottle of cava (aargh - but let's not dwell on that for now).
Spanish life and culture is something that suits me well. Whether it's the 'manana' attitude (borne from it being too hot to do anything in a hurry), the tendency to be tardy (ideal if you're frequently late for appointments, such as yours truly), the endearing lack of attention to detail (see http://thecauldron.typepad.com/photos/alpujarran_antics/cracks.html: this is a new build for sale in the midst of a downturn, for heaven's sake!), the misguided attempts to create a tri-directional traffic flow system using streets designed for mules, and the lack of health and safety rules which means the annual water fight concluding the Lanjaron Fiesta de Agua y Jamon (that's water and ham to you) can take place with municipal fire hoses soaking the assembled crowds - and, every year, this is minus any fighting or individuals suing the council because they slipped on the pavement. Can you imagine hundreds or possibly thousands of slightly inebriated young people enjoying a mass water fight in England without riot police attending or, at very least, people vomiting on the pavement and having a scrap over who wet the other's shoes? I think not.
The Sterling/Euro exchange rate may still be a tad unfavourable (it's hovering just under 1.18) but a glass of vino blanco complete with a tapas still costs just under £1.50 here and you won't be 'enjoying' it in a pub 'beer garden' battered by the wind and rain with one of those large patio heaters for comfort. No siree! I could start ranting about Blighty, my family and friends' obsession with the temperature (ooh is it 20 degrees or 21 degrees), and the national inability to empty the bins in a civilised manner (here the municipal ones are emptied every day). But I won't do that right now. Because it is probably boring and there will be bigger and better things to convey... soon, my dearies... soon.