Adios Orgiva

The last couple of weeks in Orgiva were spent trying to stop time. Leaving was becoming a reality, it seemed that only moments ago the whole trip was just words and plane tickets - and now we were packing. We had a frenzy of catch ups, dinners and bar nights with our multifarious group of friends - I have since thought of how integral all these people are to the memory of our time in the Alpujaurra's...whereas we have been a momentary fragment of their lives in this wonderful place - time and place are indeed strange things.

Me, well I had a little lump in my throat as I pushed the boys on our swings in front of the house for the last time. We had landed in the perfect place and a sliver of us will stay in the olive trees and the mountains. For Amber and me it will always be remembered as a time we spent together as a family and for the boys, who knows...but somewhere inside part of the people they will become has been shaped by this adventure.

Was it luck we landed here or would have any place done? - we will never know, but fortuna has smiled upon us.

We stood by the non accumulation pact and left with our original four bags, everything else we had bought from rastros (garage sales) or one euro shops - and that went back to whence it came.

So with heavy hearts we said goodbye and left for our 1000km drive back to Barcelona.

I cannot finish this post without thanking friends for making our time so memorable - Bernie and Kay, Sven and Nadine, Mike and Grecha and Georgie, Diet and Piluka, the olive crew, los alemanes, and of course Gabi who embraced our family, befriended us and helped us so much during our stay. We will miss you all.