British migrant, gypsy quarter, mid life adventure, exploring Almeria, Andalusia, Spain
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
I can hardly believe that I've been living in La Chanca for six months now. On the one hand it seems like only yesterday that I was packing up my things and saying a tearful goodbye to the pets, but on the other it feels an age away. Now is a good time to take… Continue reading Six months in!
That was my friend Juan Jo's main comment when he came to visit La Chanca at the weekend! That combined with daughter Ellie spending a whole day asking me if I thought I would die from getting shot in the street brought a few doubts to my mind, but I roundly dismissed them. Personally I… Continue reading There’s a strong smell of weed!
It's a beautiful Saturday afternoon, I'm awaiting the arrival of my third set of guests in almost as many days, and I'm feeling the love. La Chanca has its moments (usually just when I'm trying to get to sleep at night) but the days are actually very peaceful here. Sitting on my balcony it is… Continue reading La Chanca charm grows
I've finally joined a local association - La Guajira, a cultural group that runs a venue for flamenco and music events. It's not exactly a residents' association, but it is just round the corner opposite the Alcazaba castle and it has a good ethos of promoting local culture in an inclusive and low cost environment.… Continue reading Time of my life V. my time of life
Exciting news this week! La Chanca Life is expanding, with the acquisition of the house next door! Jeanne's father, Vic (see the About page for a reminder on the characters in this story!) has bought it as when it came on the market it seemed like too good an opportunity to lose. Not only will… Continue reading The house next door
I went away for a week back to England, and it feels as if I have been away for a year! It was an important trip to mark Dad's birthday, one year after he died, so maybe the milestone aspect made it seem longer. We did him proud, my mother, sisters and myself, celebrating his… Continue reading Back to La Chanca
