A Spanish Christmas

Christmas started with our friends knocking on the door and wondering why weren't at the dinner that we'd been invited to...'but it's not Christmas!' Whoops! We were running a day late...Christmas dinner is on the 24th here. Anyway after getting the boys up again and shod then whipping up a quick entree and desert ( as promised) we dashed down the road and were shortly tucking into some rum cocktails (of Cuban origin). As they say 'no pasa nada'... it doesn't matter here in Andalucia.

The pièce de résistance was a suckling pig, some may have been put off by the tiny cryovac'd pig, pink and perfect in the foetal position, but 2 hours in the oven and the transmogrification was complete! It's uncanny.

Oink!

A fine meal with great company and nice wine, maybe too much of the latter as there was dull pain for the Christmas early wakeup. The combination of kids and presents doesn't seem to lend itself to sleepins - should know that by now. We have a little tree, slightly frumpy as compared to our plastic $20 flashin' good guys jobbie back home, but it was real - harvested on a sneaky run up a canyon near our house. Angus and Archie made some decorations de casero and in the end it looked pretty christmassy.

Archie wasn't too flash as he had spend the previous night with his head in a basin but promise of an excavadora will drag even the sickest from their bed.

BEST of all we got to throw some snowballs. The snow in the mountains just behind us had come down low enough so we all piled into the car and headed up. We had sort of promised the boys snow at Christmas and it felt good to deliver. As we meandered into the pine forests there was great excitement in the back seat as we firstly saw small patches of snow, ever increasing until we hit solid white at the end of the road. Eat your heart out Bing!

So with Christmas out of the way we are straight into little Arch's 3rd birthday. We are all excited and when we asked him what he wanted to eat it was PORK (and a white cake with pink icing) and where does he want to go....the SNOW!
Groundhog day.

Mountains

Travelling seems to take us to mountains, I have been wondering why over the last little while.

Living in Orgiva we are nested in a depression between two mountain ranges, from the roof terrace we look up the Sierra Nevada and Mulhacén on one side and 2000m up the Sierra de Lujar on the other. The view is everchanging depending on light, shadow, time of year and weather - whenever you look there is something else exposed or a cleft that we haven't noticed before. The best time of day is in the afternoon when the sun casts an orange glow on the earth of the mountains (it is essentially deviod of trees) and the cracks and crevaces cast their long shadows. It is always a challenge getting places, the roads are slow and windy and walking is always up or down and the people here move in a measured and deliberate way. Best of all it is quiet, for some reason the sounds that we are used to hearing are absorbed by the landscape. It lets you think. In the morning we rush out to see if any snow has come down during the night, when it has it looks even better. It makes a good start to the day.

So why...well I really can't explain. Lo siento, maybe it's just a little madness...

Ike Tan..help?

Market Day

Every Thursday is market day in Orgiva. It is a mish mash of spanish locals, hippies, moroccans, africans, europeans and of course the everpresent english who have moved to warmer climes.

It is the place where people meet, talk and shop and gives a great insight into the Alpujarran community - the jigsaw of people, culture and the soul that eminates is engrossing. Just about everything is for sale - kitchen odds and ends, clothes, shoes, vegetables, plants, jewelery and bric a brac. We go every week to get our fruit and veg and wander around to see the show. We know enough people now to stop and chat ourselves. Archie loves a visit to the chicken man as he has developed a fondness for barbequed chook (in particular the skin) and Angus leads us straight to the caramello man (takes after his mum).

After shopping we settle into Cafe Baraka for a coffee or hot chocolate - the latter is a great favourite and we have wondered whether it might indeed provide all the food groups and we could live on them alone. Below is Archie going for the chocolate calliente at the speed of sound.

A brief apolitical comment...

It appears that Europe is celebrating the demise of the Australian conservative government and indeed the downfall of Johnnie. Apparently it was front page news in several countries including Spain and Germany. The main reasons - Kyoto, human rights and our relationship with the 'shrub'. I think the close proximity of so many nations and people puts a stronger emphasis on society, people and environment and we have perhaps been more than preoccupied with matters economic (at least from a governmental viewpoint). It appears that we have been sheltered from our international reputation and it has been disappointing, though not altogether unexpected, to hear the feelings about Australia that have been expressed to us here. Our reputation as people is cast by the same mould as defines the policies of our government...I guess that's democracy. So what happened? - were we being misrepresented, not heard or just messed up? The good news is that the signing of Kyoto by Australia has been celebrated by the whole of Europe and hopefully signals the beginning of the rebuilding of our international reputation from the pile of crap that it is now.

One of the many wind farms we have seen during our travels...(no evidence of dead birds, deafening noise or palls of smoke)

Interested in Climate Change? see Clean Energy for Eternity there ya go Matthew!

My one and only comment...back to a travel blog!

Hasta luego to the grandparents

It is amazing how time flies sometimes. All of a sudden Kay and Neils last day was approaching so we did a few things like build a set of swings for the kids, duck down to the beach, head back up the mountain to see the new snow and visit the Alhambra.

The swing construction team

Happy grandkids!

Kays worst nightmare!

Kay, Neil and Becks in Granada

I guess Neil will miss the dollar beers but apparently he is going to be put on a diet on return - oh and Neil I heard that 'roid' cream sets off the metal detector at the airport! Hope the seats were comfy! Adios

Gladdy Pops in...

and he's ready to play cricket!

There is a rush on tracksuits in Corto Inglese after Gladdy (aka Papa Smurf) popped in looking like he had just warmed down from his last Real Madrid game. I just managed to extract him from the scuffle of fans at the airport and quickly whisked him away to his hotel where he changed to jeans and shirt and was able to re-emerge into the streets of Granada in cognito.

It was bloody good to see him!


Gaz was fresh from a world tour and keen to taste a little Spain. We had travelled together before in Europe though I had erased the images of him silhouetted nude against a Parisian hotel window at 2 am from my mind. Thankfully I wasn't wearing my glasses at the time. Funnily enough I travel with earplugs and he with an airline eye mask - after this I had always intended to carry both. Unfortunately I'd forgotten my mask!

So straight to a Granada tapas bar for a 'selection de tapas' and 'vino rojo' or two. Then the hazy walk home at 2am after a few war stories. A good night out.

We did a walk up to the old mines on the mountain in front of our house then down through a deep canyon reminiscent of the 1970's spaghetti westerns. The next day we were a little uncomfortable in the calves though Gladdy thought the exercise would give him another 5km per hour bowling pace for the next match. I have heard that in his absence the super subs have been doing just fine and he may be relegated to the bench. Time will tell. He looks pretty fit to me!

We also did some trips up the mountain to the villages and one a little further to look at the snow. The photo below is the mountain behind our house.

and this Gaz is what I reckon was your best photo from your day at the Alhambra...

A little ripper!

Hasta luego y gracias por tu visita. Chau! Thanks for coming to see us.

PS the boys want you to come back, you were a bit of a hit!

More of the big trip...

A big day in the citroen through endless, endless olive groves punctuated by large bull and 'Flamingo' (Flamenco) dance silhouettes - destination Cadiz, perhaps the most ancient port in Europe. We ended up in a nice little apartment (apart from the rather noisy 3am bottle recycling truck just outside) in Puerta de Santa Maria just across the harbour. Obviously heavily touristed in Summer there were lots of bars for us and carnival rides for the kids. We took the ferry to Cadiz the next morning and hopped on an open topped bus. Nice ride but we were a little disappointed, it was all a bit run down. The beaches looked nice though, I imagine that they are a bit like Bondi during the summer. We strolled through the centre and incredibly seemed to find all the streets with shoe stores...maybe they all did - anyway the Spaniards certainly like their shoes (and boots too). They do a lot of walking. Off to Ronda on the road less travelled. The windy Sierra de Grazalema roads took us through grizzled cork forests to the scenic village of Grazalema.

A quick luncheon stop and we were off to Ronda. I had been looking foward to getting here for some time and was not disappointed by our inaugural glimpse...

Spectacularly perched on a 100m high ridge Ronda overlooks a tapesty of farming land stretching to the mountains. As well it is split by a deep gorge dividing the new town from the old. Our hotel ended up being at the bottom of the gorge (a steep walk up), but this was well and truly made up by the place itself. Wow! the best hotel we have ever stayed in. It was pure art deco with a tropical garden, huge aquarium and spectacularly sited garden terrace - and to Pa's delight the drinks were free all day! Our two storey room was littered with 'objects de arte' as was the entire hotel. We even got a park right outside.


The 'new' bridge. Rumour has it that the architect fell to his death whilst trying to scribe his name on the side after it was completed.

Angus kicking back with a David Attenborough DVD in our room in Ronda

After Ronda we trundled back home to Orgiva. All in all it was a great adventure and gave Kay and Neil a taste of Spain to remember.

Mama and Pa Pether arrive...

Hola, buenas dias!
Neil and Kay arrived late in the evening from Barcelona to a very excited crowd...me! Kay, complete with broken shoulder courtesy of a stair dive before departure, shed a tear or two, moreso from the culmination of the long journey than my ugly mug. It was a long anticipated arrival.

The agenda was more or less set, we had to get to Madrid so we planned a week long tour of south west Spain. A people mover was needed so we hired a 7 seater citroen so I could be chauffeur and the others could enjoy the scenery. Funnily enough there was a constant battle on who should occupy the 'dickie' seat in the back row. So on with Supertramps greatest hits (for the 568th time) and off we went to strains of 'Take the Long Way Home' - live extended version.We ended up having to coerce Kay into going shopping....NOT. The plethora of shoe shops proved to be heaven to 'Our Emelda'. Her daughter however tried hard to find a store that even stocked her size 41 clodhoppers. Neil, me and the boys spent some time together on the pavement outside admiring the old buildings and miscellaneous scenery. Neil seemed more than happy with that. He and I also managed to escape for a whirlwind tour of the Prado while the others went to the park. Amber and I had a quick merengue in the park but were rudely pushed aside by this pair of amateurs. Once we had done the visa thing we left for our tour. First stop historic Toledeo. A very impressive skyline and jam packed with all sorts of medieval edifices. Thankfully slippery slides and swings were invented earlier than I had thought. A very nice day and great to show Kay and Neil a bone fide cobbled historic city. It was. late in the day when we took off so there was a change of plan.
We got back on the road a bit tired and decided to go to Almagro once again. I knew that Neil would enjoy a beer or thirty in the plaza major and Kay would love the Hospedarje that was born from an old nunnery. Apparently this little town was originally colonised by a number of merchant bankers and they left their mark with the architecturally stunning plaza. Making too much money back then too it seems...

Been talking to Auntie Jack Kay?

A few beers with the family in Almagro! A somewhat sore head the next day from memory.

Return to Avenida de Poblados...

Just a quick update on the quest for residency cards. Kay and Neil had arrived and straightaway we had to leave for Madrid to pursue the next phase of the card saga.

So here goes...

1. We arrived at Av. De Poblados at 8am and the line was already 350m long. Rather charming really as people camp out overnight so the line treks beside piles of rubbish and stale urine.

2. Between getting the a bank to validate that we could afford the E5.90 fee and trying to find a working photocopier we tried to keep the kids entertained and out of the dank corners.

3. Nearing the head of the line at 1.30pm a small scuffle broke out due to a line infringment. The best entertainment for hours!

4. At 1.45pm (the line closes for 3 hrs at 2pm) we thought all was lost. The guard may have had some pity and let us through with the last batch -Ambers pleading face may have helped. So Amber and Archie went through, the gate almost closed as Angus and I just snuck through. I was the last before lunch. The groans eminated behind me as the hapless people leaned over the rail in despair. Three more hours in the hot sun and 'aroma de wee'.

5. All went well until Archie had to be fingerprinted. He lost the plot. If he ever becomes an international assassin all they have is a long black smear.

6. Left my backpack in the cab on the way home! (with Ambers only warm jacket and the kids favourite things in it - Mr Popular)

7. We have to come BACK in 40 days (thankfully the short queue) to collect our cards. Viva Madrid!

8. Drank a lot with Pa to dull the pain.

As a footnote, this is a trivialisation of a long and deliberately difficult procedure which for us is reletively immaterial and unimportant. It did, however, evoke our compassion for people whos´ lives and livelihoods depend on finding a new country to live in.

Ahhh........Sol pops over

We had almost settled into our new house when our first visitors arrived. The J's had decided to whip in for a 2 week visit with their new baby, Jett and of course Jemmi. I must say at the outset I was impressed with their indomitability...50 hours in a plane for two weeks holiday takes a certain something. It was great to see them.

So we planned a few daytrips and a few roof terrace long lunches so they could immerse themselves in our little town. Jon and Jenny were very keen to try some of the local fare, in particular the Alpujurras Jamon, famous throughout Spain. Legs of pork are salted and left to cure in the dry mountain air. The nice thing is that the leg (complete with hoof) just hangs off a hook in the kitchen...visiting vegetarians need to give advance warning.

So we got down to the Med, had the worst paella in history (and a good one too), swam, visited the mountain villages and the Alhambra, ate, and drank a few cervercas....and I don't think that I heard Jett cry in anger once! The house was set off for a good start!

The Alhambra
















Young Jett (setter) Too cool.





Hasta luego Amigo!

Searching for Home

It wasn't as easy as we had thought searching for a home. We left Canberra with a vision of something, probably a little utopian, and finding that place wasn't easy - impossible actually. It just didn't exist. We found this out after a lot of driving, searching and 'not quite rights' until we realised that it really didn't matter that much. It was up to us to make a home.

Ideal criteria;

1. Not too cold, not too wet

2. A small town or rural setting near a small town which is not too far away from a big town

3. Near snow covered mountains

4. Near the coast

5. Perfect white houses with bouganvillea cascading from balconies and roof gardens

6. Spotless town with a nice array of shops and 'artesiana'

7. Castillian spanish so we have some chance of communicating

8. Village fountain must sprout wine

9. Muy tranquillo (peaceful)

yeaaaaah right! But you wouldn't believe that all this, yes EVEN number 8, is within 30 minutes of where we are now!

So we settled on Orgiva, completely by accident. We booked a week in a caravan park bungalow just out of town (because it had an internet connection) and drove about. At first we were not really fussed, it wasn't quite perfect....a slightly grubby town with weird traffic lights. One day we just looked at each other, shrugged and decided that 'hey its not so bad here'.

Anyway the place grows on you, there is a definate hippie element - a hint of Mullumbimby. Lots of people escaping real lives which I guess is a bit like us. It is nice and slow, no one seems in a hurry. We left bag in the supermarket and a week later they gave it back when Amber walked in. That's nice.

Our House...

Us...

It was by sheer accident that we ended up in the town from which Chris Stewart described his life in the Alpujarras in 'Driving Over Lemons', a book fortuitously lent to me by my good mate Kate 'Kluggo' Coolston while we were planning the trip. Life has changed here a bit since then but we still have the laden donkeys clip clopping through the town, patatas pobres and oodles of lemons.




Our google maps/earth address is 36.897623,-3.412049 if you want to see exactly where we are.

Madrid...and the Tarjeta de Residencia

IF you are ever in Spain make sure you visit these people...

We had been putting off getting our residency cards because our 6th sense knew that it was going to be a nightmare...and, of course, it was. We were saved only by our friends Jennifer and Agustin who so kindly helped us and had us to stay. Five children under 7 and 4 adults was certainly very brave! - we thank them all...including Heath, Brigit and Ibon who provided much entertainment for Angus and Archie.

Anyway the story goes like this...

Day One. Arrive in taxi at 8am, see a queue, a very long queue. Taxi stops and driver says this is the place. Line up for 4.5 hours and freeze (luckily there was a playground next to the queue)

..."sorry wrong office...this is only for Bulgarians and Romanians today" (after having looked at our documents 4.5 hours before and saying we were in the right place!).

Get told to go to office on the other side of town (thanks for updating the internet you b*st*rds).

Get out of taxi and see a line longer than the first one. Amber talks us into the shorter queue.

Get told to go as office is shutting down for lunch (2 hours) but we stay and resist. By now it was blazing hot and there was one heavily fought for umbrella. Finally get in 2 hours later and find we are at the wrong office again and we need to go somewhere else (all in very rapid spanish). Amber cries (on cue) and the lady looks at two very tired boys, feels sorry for us and arranges an appointment...in 5 DAYS time...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.

Thankfully this was the worst day and Jen and Agustin had us for dinner and filled us with food and wine - and things didnt seem as bad.

In the meantime I went for a great walk in the mountains near Madrid with Agustin and his friends. The next day my legs protested strongly about assuming the vertical position...ouch. We also had a great day at a medieval festival in a nearby pueblo. Mabye a sword will help get the residency card...I wonder.....

Then a nice couple of days in Segovia (apart from our car being towed out of town!)

I looked after the boys while Amber faced the police! Paper, scissors, rock and I won!

Then to the stunning medieval walled city of Ainsa and back to Madrid for the next round.

5 Days later... Up early, couldn't find my wallet. Raining, late for taxi. Got into town and guess what...taxi driver drops us off at the end of another queue. Anyway Amber took the boys over the road to a cafe and I waited in the rain for the office to open. One and a half hours later we had our documentation approved and were told that would have to come back to Madrid in 3 months to get the residency cards and under no circumstances were to leave the country. So Portugal -nnnngg Morocco -nnnngg England - nnnngg - (nnnngg is the sound of the buzzer when someone gets a question wrong on Sale of the Century) - but we were here for the duration which was good! ...very good.

So we thought we should get on the road and set about finding our new home! Vamos!