Living with the Presidente.

It all began when I said that I would like to live by the sea. I meant Margate or Tenby.

So we came to Spain, where I had never been before, on one of those inspection trips. Before we set off I was told by my partner that we were NOT signing for anything. So we came back, four days later, having signed for an apartment. Not only that, but while we were in sunny Spain, my partner proposed. Oh, how sweet, I hear you say!! How romantic. NO............he had just been to the loo, in a hotel foyer and was fiddling with the zip ( as men do ) and he said.........I know it's not a good time, but will you marry me?

Five months later, we were married and over here.

The first year was spent in rented accommodation waiting for our apartment to be built. No real problems and we moved in.

For the first three months there was another Presidente but he had to go and my life as the wife of the Presidente began.

That's given you a quick intro..........................................more to follow............................. 

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