More of those "loads"
Saturday, January 19, 2013 @ 9:30 PM
So after three days in Colmenar we booked out & plotted the totally unreliable satnav for Sedella. The day had in fact already been planned for us by Tamara before jumping on her flight England. Wonder if she will be my personal secretary – unpaid of course!
A couple of days before with the three of us in the car, she had picked up bloke thumbing a lift into the next village who was obviously an expat walking to his “local” 4 or 5 kilometres away. His name was Paul & he told us that there was a fiesta at Comares on the Sunday (today) which would be worth seeing. Tamara had also sorted a little hotel for us by the lake.
So that was it, over to Sedella back to Comares then back again to Puente Don Manuel to book in for 4 days. As a twist to this we received frantic texts from Tamara telling us not to go to the little hotel “as they have packed up”. But the ever reliable Tamara had instead found us a lovely looking apartment. We therefore telephoned the owner, Stephenie & got that sorted.
We arranged to meet the owners of the house at 10.30 & felt that the satnav was doing quite well for us arriving at Sedella only 15 minutes late, how I hate lateness!A couple of hiccups but Neil was waiting for us at the bottom of the hill. We walked 50 metres up the hill & into the little cul de sac. This looked promising, similar to Tamara’s home but hers was up hill this was down. We were eager to enter & look at the house. Was this the promised land? (or house). On entering we were greeted as long lost friends, this was nice. The house is lovely, it is ancient & modern. It is very much like Tamara’s & Phet liked it too. We looked over it twice, this could be the house. Phet & I needed to talk. So all four of us then departed to the bar about 50 metres away and held further useful discussions. It was now 1.00pm & we needed to drive to Comares for the fiesta. We therefore said our farewells & promised to speak to them again tomorrow
Comares is a little village on the top of a mountain & we had to park about a mile down & it's one heck of a hill to climb in the strong wind. We mis-timed it all though & got their in the middle of things at 2.15pm. We met Paul again & he told us that the carnival started at 11.00 am for 3 hours & then there was music from some very good groups lasting until about 5.00 then food from the cooking giant Piella, followed by more music. Phet though gets extraordinarily grumpy if she is hungry for any length of time so we had to leave at 3.30pm to find a restaurant to cater for her needs.
So then on to the Puente Don Manuel apartment, a nice hot bath, a relaxing night & plenty to think & talk about. Must be fresh to see the Estate Agents in the morning & to see what they have to offer spending time driving around the various villages, we have only three days left, would we leave Spain yet again disappointed & pessimistic about our future in Spain? I don't want to go home dejected again I might give up. We’ll see.