British migrant, gypsy quarter, mid life adventure, exploring Almeria, Andalusia, Spain
This is it. The year is up. At the 12th stroke of midnight will my La Chanca Life turn into a pumpkin or will it be the fairytale ending I was searching for at the start of the year? In many ways my move to the gypsy heartland of Almeria has been like a fairy… Continue reading A year in La Chanca
I've said goodbye to La Chanca for a couple of weeks, swapping the view of the castle for the view of the Cariatiz hills. It's Sunday morning and finally after a hectic few days I can feel peace and goodwill to all (wo)men. I'm back home with an average of three teens at any given… Continue reading Home for the holidays
Ever since I moved to La Chanca people have been telling me about the Chanqueñan singer Sensi Falan and last week I finally got to meet her. She is quite a special person. Born into a family of 'marineros' she was brought up in La Chanca, and despite becoming pretty well known, still has her… Continue reading Entering La Chanca society!
Yes, I'm still alive and kicking in La Chanca, where it's actually been quite peaceful recently. No more fights or murder reports, just me nearly dying from the shock of returning to real life with an almost proper job! I decided to supplement the freelance legal-admin work I've been carrying out over the last few… Continue reading Still alive
The formatting on my latest post The darker side of La Chanca was corrupted making it difficult, if not impossible to read. I have now rectified this. I can't republish the blog but you can try this link https://lachancalife.com/2019/09/13/the-darker-side-of-la-chanca/ or go direct to http://www.lachancalife.com to read it. Thank you!
Things have been a little volatile in La Chanca. A murder and a fracas to be precise. This was the headline in the local news this week: “Suspected murderer from La Chanca-Pescaderia arrested in Roquetas de Mar”. They showed this police photo of the suspect: And the story goes that on September 4 a black… Continue reading The darker side of La Chanca
I'm sitting in a first class train carriage somewhere around Oxford. I didn't intend to go first class - £115 standard from Derby to Poole was quite enough in the first place - but after standing for an hour in the corridor outside the toilet I thought better of it and upgraded. I had no… Continue reading In transit
