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Things I've missed about Spain
Tuesday, July 16, 2013 @ 11:20 AM

It's looking as if our extended trip to the UK could be coming to an end soon. Elizabeth is gaining strength and independence every day, and Tony's clotting factor levels have stopped dancing all over the scale and settled to a steady rhythm. If all goes well at the Doctor's on 30th July, we'll be heading back to Spain during the first week of August.

For the last three weeks, the weather here in Devon has been on a par with the tiempo on the Costa Blanca so it's almost like Spain, but not quite. Here - in no particular order, as they say on the reality shows - are the things I've missed most about Spain during the last three months.

Freshly squeezed orange juice

I lied - this one's definitely top of the list. We live among the orange groves in Spain, so sweet Valencian orange juice is on the breakfast menu every day. I have to be seriously ill or seriously late to miss this one out.

I started to do fresh juice here when the huge net of oranges we brought over with us ran out, but it doesn't work on so many levels. For a start, oranges are much more expensive here, and they just don't have the exquisite flavour we're used to. The senora on the market stall where I get my supplies says that's because the oranges are exported in cold storage, and it messes with the flavour. As soon as we have a departure date, I'll ask my neighbour to pick up a net of oranges, so they're waiting for me when I get back.

The sights, smells sounds and tastes of the markets

We have street markets here in Devon, but they're sedate affairs compared to the Spanish version. There's no committed calling of the wares, no samples of fruits pressed on you as you browse the stalls, and definitely no haggling.

Going to a market in the UK is just an outdoor shopping experience, but a trip to the market in Spain is sustenance for the soul. It's different with the London markets of course - I've had many an enjoyable visit, especially in the East End. However, it's a long way from Devon to London, so I'll just have to wait for my fix until I get back. I'll be scheduling the return so I don't miss my favourite Lemon Tree Market.

The Spanish atmosphere

Being able to understand everything that's said around you has its advantages, but I've grown accustomed to the background of Spanish chatter, waving arms, and shouting down the phone. When we first came to Spain, we often used to think fights were about to break out, but we soon got used to the Spanish way of expression, and now everywhere else just seems too, too quiet. We'll be heading straight for the Plaza de Espana in Algorfa, to soak up the atmosphere. In fact, we may even call in on the way back, if we're not to hot, tired and sticky after the journey.

Planned outdoor gatherings

With the recent heatwave, there has been a bit more of that around here, with people getting together for a barbecue on the beach, or drinks and nibbles on the patio, but generally, the weather in the UK puts paid to that sort of arrangement. You can't plan a barbecue for Sunday, because you have no idea what the weather will hold. Okay, you may occasionally get caught out in Spain, but 99 times out of 100, rain or cold stops play at planned outdoor events in the UK.

Cheap drinks

I brought enough cava over with me to last for the planned four week stay, with a few added bottles 'just in case.' Now we've been here for three months, I'm suffering serious cava withdrawal symptoms. I did hold on to one bottle, to toast Andy Murray's Wimbledon win - I always knew this was his year - but now I'm facing a crisis situation, because some blood has found its way into my alcohol stream. It may be good for my liver that my favourite tipple costs 4 times as much here as it does in Spain, but it's not helping my feelgood factor at all. Luckily, I left a couple of bottles in the fridge back home, so they should be well chilled by now.

Those are the main things I've missed about Spain while I've been here in the UK. What do you miss most? In the interests of fairness - and to avoid accusations of 'Britain Bashing' - the next post will deal with the things I'll miss about the UK when I come home.

 



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Margaret said:
Tuesday, July 16, 2013 @ 10:38 AM

Good old n h s


Jane Walters said:
Tuesday, July 16, 2013 @ 11:33 AM

I miss the 'cafe culture'! A 'bar' in the UK has a different meaning entirely to a 'bar' in Spain. I've never felt uncomfortable sitting with my jug of Sangria reading my books for hours on the pavement in the sunshine in Spain, but in England.....mmm lone mature female in 'bar' is just an entirely different experience.

Anyone else know what I mean?


Sandra Piddock said:
Tuesday, July 16, 2013 @ 12:42 PM

Jane, I know exactly what you mean - maybe that should have made the list! Yes, I'm happy to sit with a glass of wine alone in Spain, but in the UK it would be the equivalent of putting a 'for hire' sign on my head - it's just different perceptions.

On a similar not, when I'm putting out the rubbish late at night, I'll often go for a stroll around the block, just to cool off and clear my head before bed. That's something else I wouldn't do in the UK.


Jane Walters said:
Tuesday, July 16, 2013 @ 4:13 PM

Well we are on a roll now..........in Spain bins are 'usually' emptied every night.........in the UK, in this heat, it's still only once a fortnight for household rubbish, which is a disgrace...... and no I wouldn't walk round the block in the UK either while I stargaze.


Margaret said:
Wednesday, July 17, 2013 @ 7:04 PM

Not so much as a roll more of a stroll


Marilyn rust said:
Saturday, July 20, 2013 @ 6:29 AM

Turning this around a little, It'll be easier for me to say what I miss about the UK whilst living in Spain. My family, that's it, full stop. As we speak I wouldn't go back for a kings ransom. Maz


Janet Prendergast said:
Saturday, July 20, 2013 @ 8:03 AM

Hi Sandra, I too live close to Algorfa and I also have Arthritis, osteo and Rheumatoid.. would love to meet up in the Plaza for a wine when you return. I love reading your blogs. my email is janprendergast@gmail. Jan x


Den said:
Saturday, July 20, 2013 @ 12:07 PM

We had to return to the UK, my wife's father(90) has Dementia/Alzheimer and so had to share the care but that's OK, we talked about it and, we all have to make sacrifices for the good. Now we are back in the UK and back in the system and glad we are. We had a ball in the five years we were there and wouldn't change a thing.....well!!!!!!!!!!!
Some things are cheaper for us here then in Spain and vice versa. The Spring and Autumn were magic but too hot in the summer which we don't miss and also,we got bored, yes, you heard right we just got bored.
It is easy to "bash Britain" as people do(even us) but we are thankful for all those that helped us in Spain and the UK.
By the way, we never had any trouble with any utilities(gas, water, electricity) and, my Spanish is not that good.......well that's my rant. Have a good life all......

Den
Happy, in Norfolk.



Gary said:
Saturday, July 20, 2013 @ 12:12 PM

Your words have sliced straight through to my soul, which I think is Spanish. Wife and I own an old terraced house in an Extremaduran mountain town near Zafra. We will be visiting it at the end of next month for a week or so but our hearts are allways there and as soon as we can escape England, Spain is where we shall live. Our town has a weekly market, some shops cafes and bars. The local wine, which is very swallowable, is sold from the petrol station. The local food speciallity is in full but relaxed production all around us, the black Iberian pig. A couple of acres of cork oaks will accomodate a couple of dozen pigs which mainly relax in the shade of the trees then take a dip in the large watering hole, I would swear that they all had smiles on their faces. The lady who owns the wine production also makes some of those very large sausages from the pig. No sign of any fat in it, just the highest quality imaginable. A thin slice, melting on your tongue sends you into flavour heaven. Your brain switches all your senses to enjoying the excelence of the happy pigs.
Now see what you have done to me? I won't get a thing done all day now. I enjoyed your words, please write more.
Regards
Gary.


May Bradley said:
Saturday, July 20, 2013 @ 8:12 PM

I have to agree with you Den, I do get fed-up with the bashing Britain folk. I lived in Spain for many years, but feel very grateful to have been able to return home. I had some lovely times, met some lovely Spanish people, but at the end of the day, you are still a foreigner, no matter what anyone says. You know where you stand in your own country. I always felt a bit vulnerable in Spain, even though I spoke good enough Spanish, I still think I was taken advantage of, I was kind of too polite and not as assertive as I am at home. Too willing to try and make Spanish folk like me, where as at home, you don't have to bother, if you know what I mean!


Sandra Piddock said:
Sunday, July 21, 2013 @ 2:22 PM

Thanks for all your lovely comments, and thank you for sharing your own experiences, good and bad. Gary, I'm really glad I've sliced to your soul, and it does sound as if it's Spanish!

I'm in the happy position of enjoying both my lives!


Margaret said:
Sunday, July 21, 2013 @ 9:17 PM

The Spanish have no respect for you and you have no respect for the country of your birth you need a reality check


Sandra Piddock said:
Sunday, July 21, 2013 @ 10:23 PM

@Margaret You're entitled to your opinion, and I'm entitled to disagree with it. I don't need a reality check, and I have the utmost respect for everyone. I, for example, would never dream of putting such unwarranted and inaccurate comments on other people's blogs. Maybe you need to learn to respect others.


Mark M said:
Sunday, July 21, 2013 @ 10:58 PM

Sandra don't be so polite. When I first read that comment by Margaret I figured she was joking. I couldn't understand how someone could write such a ridiculously pathetic comment demonstrating a absolute lack of intelligence and knowledge of Spain. How rude! Get a reality check yourself Margaret and while you're at it get a life. How stuck up and ignorant can you be. Mo respect for your country of birth? What on earth is that supposed to mean? Sorry I've gone a bit, but that comment really annoyed me.
What is it with these miserable people?
Keep at it Sandra, love your blog.


BigBrenda said:
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 12:12 PM

I would definitely miss being able to go to the bar on my own! In fact I was in the UK last week and I got some VERY odd looks whilst sitting in the beer garden on my own doing a crossword. It just isn't the done thing for a woman rapidly approaching 69, is it?

But what I miss about the UK is the trees! Oaks, elms, sycamores - they are all around where my mum lives (the reason for my visit last week) and the trees and grass in the streets and parks uplifts my soul! And the colours in the autumn.

Margaret - as both Sandra and Mark pointed out why do you feel the need to be SOOOOOO obnoxious?

Sandra - keep up the good work on your blog. I love it - that's not to say I always agree with everything you write. But as you say we each have a right to express our opinion and disagree - but it can be done politely and with good grace. There - that's my rant off my chest.


BigBrenda said:
Thursday, July 25, 2013 @ 12:13 PM

Oops should say 59 not 69! I'm not that old YET!


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