So we are off to sign the house contract tomorrow and I am starting to think about if I am doing the right thing. It is a gamble when you take any house as you don't really know what you are getting until you live there, but with numerous other variables such as not know the weather here in winter, who stays for winter, or generally anything about the place other then what I have seen, everything is new and unknown here. Oh well, six months and we will really know by then!. If it all goes pete tong we get on the ferry and come back. (This is what I keep saying to myself) I was only planing a few months and right now I don't want to go back so it feels right. I don't however want to do much longer in the caravan. Living in a small box with two children for four months has been hard at times and I miss being in a room on my own to sleep. It is like the waltons here at night. We all say good night and I turn off the light. I haven't stayed up later then the children in three months, and they sleep 50cm away. It will be nice to have the space and moving from the caravan to the house will be like moving into a museum. I won't know what to do with myself. We will defiantly need visitors...hint hint! I have been dragging myself down to the park in Lajaron in the evenings to do the craft sessions laid on there. It has proved really helpful in meeting two English families in the area and with practising my Spanish, or listening to it at least. It is a bunch of Spanish mums and me sat around a table doing crafts with the children. It is interesting that they are still at the stage here with education where they do it all for the children because it is more important it looks nice and neat at the end then the children learn from it. They are not sure what to make of Amys entirely own efforts compared to the rest of the ones on the table made by the parents and not the children. They all struggle to get it to look exactly as the picture show and the children are mostly just allowed to do odd bits or colouring on a piece of paper while the adults make the craft. It is very funny. They all laughed when Amy coloured here sheep's wool blue to be different. It isn't a problem though. They are a nice bunch and really impressed with my effort to learn Spanish. They say that they think English is much harder to learn and they would really struggle to learn it, so the fact that I am here learning Spanish is viewed with respect. It is an effort to get there as it doesn't start till 6pm and by then I am knardard and not wanting to pile in the car and drive up the hill. However when I get there I realise that it is the only way to meet people. Sitting in the caravan is not going to get me far. We wondered around Lajaron this morning and brought the biggest bag or churrios you have ever seen. They sell them by the kilo and cover them in sugar while warm. The kids loved them we walked around while the munched and looked at all the shops selling massive hams and local honey. We also went to the park today to a gathering for charity. There was a massive paella , drinks and live Spanish music. It was really nice and although I didn't meet any families I did chat to a couple of ladies who live here and saw a lot of the English people who have lived here a very long time. I don't think they mix much with the people they consider to be passing through. I have to go off to Motril on Tuesday to get an NA number from the police station to register for the house. I will then officially be a temporary resident of Spain. I don't know what I am doing...but do we ever really. I do know that I wanted to come here and see if it would work, and that is what I am doing. If it will or not is out of my control ultimately. I can just do my best and see. Hasta Manana...until tomorrow...
Photos to follow when my pone has finished having a breakdown....
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