... waking each morning beside the woman I love and watching the sun rise through our window
… listening to the early morning chattering of the birds in the olive tree in our garden
… hearing the church bell chime Ave Maria at half-past eight each morning
… taking early morning coffee in a busy bar with local workers
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... the outdoor way of life on the streets and in the bars and cafes
… nattering with my Spanish neighbours about the weather and the cost of living
… being treated with kindness, respect and trust by the locals
… being known as the guiri that speaks good Spanish
… knowing personally the local cops and my bank manager
… foraging for firewood up the mountain near our house
… not needing to wear socks from April to October
… relaxing in the pool after a hard day’s work
… visiting one of the many pueblos blancos in the area, each of them a gem in different ways
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… going for a paseo in the early evening and then for tapas with friends
… before going home to the woman I love and watching the sun set behind the mountains
I can’t think of a single thing…!
Well, there are a few things, in actual fact:
bureaucracy, litter, noise, animal cruelty, Spanish drivers, the andaluz accent, and, worst of all, CRUZCAMPO lager!
But they're the subject of another article .....