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... a price. Luckily, its a small price to pay, about 3 foot 9.
The two and a half hours a week I have the seven-year-old devil-children of Beginners 4, that's the price tag. There is the clammy cry-baby Juan Miguel who is in danger of actually taking out an eye with the under-wire in my bra he stands so close to me when I ask them to line up. There's Squeally Miki who gets so over excited when all hell breaks loose that he ...
... it re-enact the battle between the Romans and Carthaginians, when the Romans invaded this area while Hannibal was busy attacking Rome. It seems like the entire city takes part; we went to watch one of their processions and perhaps a thousand people in hundreds of different costumes marched past, with war drums and occasionally acrobatics performed by 'slaves'.
The attention to detail and effort that goes into this festival ...
... CELTA course I took. We 8 newbies have gone from strangers to family in less than a week, and they are a great bunch. Less than 24 hours after we all met we were arranging a Sunday Roast at one of our houses. Nadia lives out of Murcia by about a 30 minute drive on a desolate Golf Resort and offered to do us a roast chicken.
Its like El Dorado-geddon. She cuts straight over the round-a-bouts and car parks to avoid the concretised mounds of red muddy landslide. She is by far ...
... future generations.
From a point mid way along the north coast we headed due south
through rural Spain. We managed four nights of bush, or wild camping as they
often call it here, on the way which was great. Not easy to do in Europe so a
few minor trespass laws have to be flouted on public land. But the peace and
quiet is worth the risk of being sprung and moved on.
The amount of land under the ...
I thought the end was nigh when I went to collect my NIE; the number you need to stay in Spain that I'd applied for over a week ago. The same smug woman from the week before, who'd been so disgusted at the idea that I was taking a teensy slither of the very humble Spanish employment pie, seemed to take great pleasure in telling me that I needed to get my NIE in Valencia and not in Murcia because I'd given a Valencia address.
I'd used the address of Mum and ...