As we drive towards Malaga in the Costa Del Sol, I am charmed by the unexpectedness of the mountains that frame the eastern horizon, topped with snow in the sparkling sunlight. There are certainly a lot…
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9. Fond farewells, Feliz Navidad, and f***ing flu
It is time to leave lovely Moncarapacho and the fabulous Intrepids (read about them here), so we decide to throw a little farewell party. To make it cosy, Steve and I try to put up…
7. It’s life, Steve, but not as we know it
Portugal is a country that has signs on the motorway dictating no cyclists, or tractors, no happily playing children, and no horses and carts. And then another much larger one, demanding you DO NOT graze…
5. The kindness of strangers
Before we left England, Georgie had the full pamper package: MOT, full service, brand new tyres, and complete habitation check. Money well spent for a bit of peace of mind, we thought. Well, apparently not….