Hopefully we are on the countdown to overseas travel but until that happy event happens I continue to trawl through the archives. On 16th May 2006 I was on a golfing holiday in Spain…
We were staying on a modern holiday complex and we got chatting to the man next door.
He introduced us to the hierarchy of Spanish property ownership; first of all there are the owners and they are top of the pile, and then below them are the guests, these are the people who are using the apartments as friends of the owners and this is where we fitted in, and right at the bottom (actually some way at the bottom) are the renters, who are common people who can’t afford overseas property investments and don’t have friends who can either.
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Posted in Beaches, Europe, History, Postcards, Spain, Travel, World Heritage
Tagged British ex-pats in Spain, Costa Blanca, Dehesa de Campoamor, La Zenia, Spain, Torrevieja, Villamartin
This was our last day in Spain and with a mid afternoon flight and all morning to get to Alicante we had planned for a relaxing morning and a leisurely drive back to the airport.
I couldn’t lie in of course because when I wake up it’s a bit like switching a light on – I simply cannot doze and think about it and I just have to be up and away and out in the sun. Tea on the terrace as usual and when Richard had joined me we finished off the last of the food and had a continental breakfast consisting of fruit, ham, cheese and yoghurt and after breakfast Richard set about cleaning the apartment from top to bottom in his usual thorough style.
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“By the end…it was clear that Spain’s spiritual and cultural isolation was at an end, overwhelmed by the great alien invasion from the North of money and freedoms. Spain became the most visited tourist country in the World, and slowly, as the foreigners poured in, its identity was submerged, its life-style altered more in a single decade than in the previous century.” – Norman Lewis – ‘Voices of the Old Sea’.
No golf today but I reverted to my natural tendencies and despite the tightly closed shutters I was awake at my usual early hour. Richard was still fast asleep so I did my best to keep appropriately quiet as I crept about the apartment and made an early cup of tea. Opening the shutters was a challenge but I was successful and I spent a leisurely time on the terrace drinking tea and watching the sun come up and flood the garden with comforting morning rays. There was a blue sky and it was going to be another good day.
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