Now You Are Two

The first year of your life was pretty full on.  We didn’t have the time to reflect and enjoy as much as we should have as you were ill, really ill and we… Continue reading →

Exploring the Ermita

When you go exploring in the Spanish campo you can be sure of a few surprises.  A sign for an Ermita, a small church, just 300 meters from the winding tarmaced road ends… Continue reading →

Exploring Castles – Zagra, Spain

Zagra is a picturesque white washed village nestled in the hills, an hours drive away from the beautiful city of Granada.  The tiny village feels like the ‘real Spain’, truly unspoilt by tourism.… Continue reading →

Our Veggie Patch

We have been here in the mountainous Granada province of Spain for just over two weeks now.  We are deep in the Spanish Campo (countryside), totally engulfed and surrounded by Olive groves.  The… Continue reading →

My New Swing

We moved into our new house last week.  Our Casita, our ‘wee house’.  Deep in the Spanish Campo (countryside), surrounded by hundreds and hundreds of olive trees.  An escape from the rat race,… Continue reading →

Escaping the Rat Race – A New Chapter

We have been in our new house-sit for just over a week.  We moved away from the the beautiful beaches of Andalusia, the hustle and bustle of the touristic Costa del Sol and… Continue reading →

La Carrera de la Felicidad

The race of happiness takes place during September in the town of Torrox in the Malaga province.  A 5k fun run for all through the narrow streets. Spectators throw coloured flour at the… Continue reading →

The Boy That Never Slept Through

When you become a parent you inadvertently become obsessed with sleep patterns, food consumption and bowel movements. Never in my life have hubbie and I interrogated each other so on the latest poop… Continue reading →

Spanish Sunset

Spanish Sunset over the Analucian sky.

Campo Creatures II

There are many creatures down in the Spanish Campo.  For weeks we had noticed a cute little Spanish brown rat scattering around sneaking the odd fallen fig, munching on leftover crumbs.  He sat… Continue reading →