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
Home for the holidays
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
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 darker side of La Chanca
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
Six months in!
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!
There’s a strong smell of weed!
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!
La Chanca charm grows
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
Time of my life V. my time of life
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
The house next door
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
Back to La Chanca
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