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30 April 2006

more on the invasion

A friend of ours in the UK sent us the article below (source: www.telegraph.co.uk). It contains little that Big Jim and I didn't already know, but the piece is interesting nonetheless. Word to Ms. Rutherfurd though: if you've managed to find a village where you remain the only foreigner, I wouldn't go bragging to the Telegraph. Just my opinion....

Enjoy!

hasta pronto,

mylifeinspain

We Brits want old, traditional Spanish houses, reeking with character; the locals want pristine new ones, complete with all mod cons. Is the result just a series of expat ghettoes? Anthony Jefferies reports from the white towns of Andalucía

The dream is a familiar one. Work hard, save harder, sell up and head for a new life in Spain. Not Madrid or Barcelona: too metropolitan. Not the Costas: too busy and too British. No, hidden, "real" Spain is what fits the bill: a pleasant, out-of-the-way little town, authentically Spanish and with no appeal for our more rough-and-ready compatriots.

The images are seductive. Long, hot summer days broken by leisurely lunches, shopping in the local market, tapas and a glass of chilled sherry and, by way of a little excitement, a regular round of flamenco and fiestas. But the trouble with idylls is that everyone wants to buy in too, and if we want to nail our red, white and blue colours to the Spanish mast, why shouldn't our compatriots want to do the same? Unfortunately, while we Brits are moving into "real" Spain, real Spaniards are moving out. The result is that more and more of those lovely old Spanish towns and villages are turning into foreigners' ghettoes. The locals, of course, are happy to grab the incomers' cash and spend it on buying a comfortable, modern house in the new urbanizaciónes (roughly, estates) - and make a tidy profit into the bargain.

It's an arrangement that suits them and suits us. Spain, after all, isn't the other side of the world. The most southerly tip of Andalucía is less than three hours from London and if, as surveys suggest, more than 700,000 of us own property in Spain, then the chances are that, wherever you go, you're going to find a few Brits; even so, the idea that we can buy our own, very Spanish piece of real estate in an undiscovered gem of a town persists. The research, the visits, tracking down someone who can find that rambling, ramshackle apartment waiting to be transformed into the embodiment of Iberian style - it's all part of the game, part of the challenge. And then, at the end of the inevitably lengthy and confusing purchasing process, you have a real Spanish property - all nooks, crannies, uneven surfaces and primitive plumbing, but all yours. You're not just a visitor: you've insinuated yourself into the local culture.

It comes as a bit of a shock, then, to discover that you're not the only Brit in the village. Not unless you've relocated to a hamlet in Extremadura - and even then it's only a matter of time. Because the British are persistent and adventurous - at least those who want to "go deeper" are.

Vejer de la Frontera, just inland from the Costa de la Luz, is perhaps the best example of this anglicisation. Vejer is one of the loveliest of the white towns, or pueblos blancos, of Cádiz province. It has been on the tourist map for a long time and rightly so: a clutch of whitewashed houses clamped firmly to a commanding hill with the remains of a Moorish castle standing guard at its peak.

There are hotels, restaurants and bars, gift shops selling Moroccan pots, mirrors and shawls and a couple of plazas where you can enjoy a glass of something cold and watch the world at play.

Predictably, plenty of British (and other European) expats and second homers have bought into this Andalucían dream town. And plenty of locals have been only too happy to sell to them. The result is that Vejer now exists as two very separate communities: the old town, with its sizeable foreign contingent, has become largely seasonal; the new town remains resolutely Spanish, with its urbanizaciónes of identical houses and apartment blocks and its soundtrack of raised voices and loud music and whining mopeds.

Graphic designer Campbell Reid, who has lived in Vejer for four years, thinks it's a curious mix: "You do hear a lot of English spoken on the streets. It surprised us at first but we got used to it. The locals are very introspective and it is hard to penetrate any level of local society, especially for those who don't speak Spanish fluently. The old town is dripping with romance but living there all year is hard. If you only come for the summer, you live in a bubble to some extent and it's a lot easier."

Estate agent Chris Mercer, whose company is selling modern developments in Vejer, says: "It suits the local people to sell in the old town. They can't wait to get out of the old properties and move into a modern house with all services. But the exodus has turned Vejer into a bit of a ghost town. British residents are starting to sell their old town properties and buy new ones. They don't want to leave Vejer; they want to be more a part of the town's regular life."

Arcos de la Frontera, at the other end of the province, is starting to feel the "Vejer" effect. The old town is built along the top of a 300ft-high cliff and its dramatic setting and whitewashed streets of centuries-old houses are a powerful tourist magnet. The number of foreigners buying property in the old town has mushroomed recently.

"When I first arrived, two years ago, there were maybe 20 British people in the old town," says Mark Vedmore, whose rooftop terrace has views of the Sierra de Cádiz mountains and across towards the coast. "Now there are streets where maybe 30 per cent of the houses are foreign-owned. It's an inevitability. People are here for the same reason I am and it would be hypocritical to complain about them. By and large, the British residents make some effort to integrate, but the second-home owners are different. They're only here a couple of weeks a year and don't make any attempt to participate in the life of the town."

For the locals, selling up means an end to poor services, no car parking and having to struggle up the hill with shopping. And the British buyers are happy, too. Whatever they have paid seems cheap to them and they've got a foothold in "real" Spain.

"My aunt lived in a flat in the old town - a typical Arcos house with a shared patio," says Juan Carreras, a local plumber. "For years she wanted to move. She was fed up with the bad electrics and plumbing but it would have cost a lot to put it right. She sold to a Dutch couple and got a good deal. They got a holiday home and she got a new house in the new town, so they're all happy.

"I have done lots of work for foreigners in the old town. The plumbing is always bad and it's never a small, simple job. That's great for me but it's a lot of effort for people who are buying to convert old properties. Sometimes I get the feeling that people think they've taken on too much."

Fiona Rutherfurd, who has lived in Spain for six years, thinks the expat profile in Arcos has changed. "When I moved to Arcos, there weren't many other British people, and those who were there had similar ideas about what they wanted and what they hoped to get from and give to the community.

"The people arriving now are largely here because others have established themselves - they're coming to Arcos on the strength of a burgeoning British community.

"One result is that foreigners have driven up prices in the area unrealistically, and if they want to sell on, it's not easy to make big profits because they bought at such a high point."

Ms Rutherfurd left Arcos two years ago for the town of Villamartin, 20 miles to the east. "It's not as obviously pretty as Arcos and has few visitors but it's still a totally Spanish town. As far as I know, I'm the only foreign resident but if there are others, they integrate as I try to, so you don't notice them."

Fiona Wilkes, of Arcos Real Estate, says prices there have risen by more than 100 per cent in recent years. "Even little houses in town are now selling for £80,000. The locals think it's great. As for a fully legal property with deeds, especially in the countryside, it's so rare that people are asking crazy sums."

Back towards the Costa de la Luz, the handsome town of Medina Sidonia seems less ravaged by a British invasion. It's hard to know why, because Medina is well connected to airports at Gibraltar, Málaga, Seville and Jerez de la Frontera, and is less than half an hour from the coast.

Gary and Kirsty Biston, who run a guest house in Medina, think it is down to the lack of an obvious tourist attraction. "Vejer is pretty and stylish and Arcos is very much on the tourist trail," says Gary. "Medina's charms are harder to find and casual visitors don't stay long. It's a 'living' town, though - much more so than Vejer. Things are going on all year. There aren't too many British residents and they all seem to integrate. In that sense, Medina is a rose between the two thorns of Vejer and Arcos - or maybe it's a thorn between two roses. A very lovely thorn, though."

Peter Linnane, who runs estate agents Andaluz Homes, says that prices in Medina have "more than doubled" in the past five years. "It was hard to sell old town houses then. Now you can't get your hands on them. Everyone seems to want to come to this area and buy a town house. Mind you, a lot of people realise once they're here that they would be better off with a newer, low-maintenance house. There is a steady trickle of expats coming in, but they don't affect Medina's very Spanish 'feel'."

Back in Arcos, Mark Vedmore is less optimistic. "I came to Arcos because it's a real town. It still is but the atmosphere is changing very subtly. It was clear that the explosion would happen - it just seems to be happening very quickly. Outsiders, particularly those with holiday homes, have bought into 'real' Spain. But the very act of them buying into it is killing it.

What you can buy in the pueblos blancos

Vejer de la Frontera

Townhouses go for anything from £210,000 (€300,000) to upwards of £1.1 million (€1.5 million), depending on size, age, location and condition.

Andaluz Homes (www.andaluzhomes.com) has properties at both prices - the latter dating back to the 12th century with an original stone, vaulted courtyard, three large salons, five double bedrooms and a suite.

Sol y Mar (www.mbsolymar.com) has everything from a two-bed apartment with shared courtyard for £95,000 (€132,000) to a large town house with a private patio for £1.1 million (€1.5 million).

Arcos de la Frontera

Lighthouse (www.lighthouse-spain.com) has a traditional three-bed townhouse for £83,000 (€120,000) while Flamenco Shop www.flamencoshop.com has a two-bed apartment for £92,000 (€130,000) and fincas (farms) near the town from £360,000 (€500,000).

Cadiz Properties (www.cadizproperties.net) is selling a property with good views, plenty of space and a garden for £195,000 (€275,000).

Medina Sidonia

Andaluz Homes has a townhouse with six bedrooms and a further 14 rooms for £385,000 (€540,000) and smaller properties from £150,000 (€225,000).

28 April 2006

foto friday

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Perhaps I've been a bit over the top with the flower pictures of late, but realize in a month's time, the mediterranean sun will beat down in the valleys, leaving the now-brilliant poppies a faded rosy color and the grasses dried out and yellow.

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More answers to your questions about Melbourne:

  • Big Jim leaves on Sunday. The direct flight from London to Melbourne is 20+ hours. Somebody needs to give the boy a nicotine patch. Or 10.
  • Along with the pups and the diva kitty, I will keep watch of the homefront in Spain, although I will certainly make at least one trip to Australia to be a tourist. :-)
  • The contract is for 3 months, although Big Jim and I will be meeting up in 3 weeks in England for the previously mentioned posh wedding of his younger sister to the investment banker. Note to self: do not forget the cufflinks (like I did last year).
  • Big Jim will be working with three of his housemates from Islamabad; never underestimate the value of networking.
  • They will all have their own apartments this time, however.
  • Big Jim has been to Australia before, but never to Melbourne.
  • Melbourne has its own, unique driving pattern called the hook turn. It involves making a right turn from the far left lane. Even Melburnians are known to drive out of their way to avoid them.
  • We are taking wagers on how many aboriginal cooking vessels/food preparation tools Big Jim carts home with him at the end of July. Cook shop owners down under have been advised of his impending arrival....

Must go distract the dogs now while Big Jim retrieves his suitcases from storage so that the Great Pack can begin. Tomorrow we plan to just chill out. Hope you all do the same. :-)

hasta pronto,

mylifeinspain

27 April 2006

melbourne interesting fact #1

Again, from the Lonely Planet:

Melbourne is said to be the fox capital of the Western world. It's estimated that there are six foxes per square kilometre in the metropolitan area. The little scavengers tend to steal shoes, which they discard in piles - a phenomenon researchers have dubbed the 'Imelda Syndrome'.

Multi-cultured, multi-layered, marvellously arty Melbourne.

:-)

26 April 2006

where is big jim going for his next work contract

....for real. Not the "subjunctive" going, but signed, sealed, and delivered going. Here are some hints; send your guesses to "Comments". J.A.R. and Mom, you are disqualified. ;-)

  • From the Lonely Planet, people here "are equally passionate about football and ballet, fashion and restaurants. They are ravenous for music and hot for theatre. It's a smorgasbord of a city that you'll want to sink your teeth into."
  • Twice named by The Economist the world's most livable city (hurray, no open sewers!).
  • Today's weather forecast there calls for sunny skies, high 68F/low 46F.
  • mylifeinspain has never visited this place.
  • One of its sister cities is Boston, Mass.
  • Hosts an annual comedy festival (currently on), a fringe festival, and a film festival.
  • Ratio of Starbucks coffee shops to sushi restaurants: 2 Starbucks, 37 (!) sushi restaurants :-)
  • Excellent wineries just a short drive away.
  • There are direct flights to this location from London Heathrow.
  • Current population estimate (for the metropolitan area): 3.7 million

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Any guesses?

Will post more hints as the day goes on.....

hasta pronto,

mylifeinspain

21 April 2006

happy friday

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What have I been doing the past week?

  • Spending lots of iTunes money, thanks to my lovely friends and family who bestowed most  generous bithday gift certificates to me. I thank you; Steve Jobs thanks you; Clementine the iPod thanks you.
  • Enjoying a fabulously delicious meal at the Thai restaurant in nearby Archez.
  • Picking out all the dead undergrowth from last season's flowering plants; so meditative that I could lose myself for hours in the process (actually did do Saturday afternoon).
  • Watching season 3 of "The Wire". Wow.
  • Finishing my taxes (using TurboTax).
  • Lunching in the village square with the husband.
  • Skipping most of the Semana Santa celebrations (neither Big Jim nor I was in the mood for a mock crucifixion this year)
  • Receiving one of the most hilarious (and thoughtful) gifts ever:

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I realize few of you will get the humor, but this 70s-era book has been made into a journal, albeit with some of the original pages left intact, and was given to me by the lovely J.A.R. and her superfab husband. I love you! To see more creations by the same people, check out Ex Libris Anonymous, who make all of their journals from recycled books.

  • Fretting about not having enough time to finish a blog post.
  • Studying subjunctive verbs for Spanish class.
  • Visiting the ophthalmology clinic for my 9-month checkup (for those who want to read more, the complete detached retina saga starts here). No change, which is what I expected. :-( But at least the left eye (my good one) is stable, and I don't need to return for another 9 months.
  • Admiring our blooming garden, which is 6 weeks ahead of last year's late spring.

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  • Netting $135 from my closet cleaning sale on eBay. :-)
  • Breaking in my new sandals, which I had made in Pakistan.
  • Waiting for my package of goodies to arrive from amazon.co.uk (thank you M. and T.!).
  • Realizing it may be awhile because the post was closed for 4 days during Semana Santa.
  • Giving the mascotas lots of hugs and kisses and pets as required.
  • Cleaning the bathroom.
  • Repotting plants and monitoring seed progress.

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  • Reading other blogs.
  • Editing a new book project.
  • Doing lots of yoga.
  • Reminding Big Jim he has to sort out our hotel reservations for his sister's wedding next month.
  • Procrastinating rather than working.

Which I must get back to. Have a great weekend!

hasta pronto,

mylifeinspain

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13 April 2006

38

Rimg0038 spotted this Mediterranean orchid while on my walk with the pups this morning.

I sit by the open window, listening to Almendena filling her wash bucket, yet again, as Semana Santa processions from her television provide another level of background noise, and wait for Big Jim to return from the market. Today is my 38th birthday, and I know I should be happy as I have much to be grateful and thankful for, I truly do. But after being dragged through the mud emotionally earlier this week, at the moment I find it difficult to conjure up the strength to be anything but present, just sitting here by the window.

Big Jim wasn't supposed to be here today. It was to have been his first day of work in Dublin at the Company That Shall Remain Nameless 2 (CTSRN2). He was offered a six-month contract Friday afternoon, and for a couple of hours, we literally were dancing the Irish jig. But a short time later, the first signs that all was not copacetic became apparent as the agent began to pressure for a Monday start date. Most weeks of the year, finding flights to Europeans hubs is not an issue; however, Easter week brings a huge holiday surge, and our initial searches found flights and hotel rooms in short supply and/or priced triple the normal rates. The agent wanted to hear none of this, or for that matter Big Jim's requests to review the contract documents, which he had yet to receive, because she was more concerned with leaving for her own long weekend holiday. She left the conversation unresolved and said she would have her boss contact Big Jim first thing Monday morning.

Even though Big Jim still had not received the contract, over the weekend we readied for his departure, dusting off suitcases and ironing dress shirts. Monday morning, however, no call came from the agent's boss, and in the meantime, Big Jim was contacted about several other promising positions, all of which had their own advantages. As the afternoon pressed on without word from Ireland, we began to doubt the urgency that the agent had expressed about the position on Friday. It turned out, however, to have just been her incompetence because at 4:30, when Big Jim finally managed to get through to her boss, he knew nothing about the contract because the agent forgot to tell him. The boss scrambled to get a basic contract to Big Jim, and the agency, realizing their cock-up, offered to cover the costs of the flight and hotel, etc. All systems were moving again, and it now looked as though Big Jim would fly out Wednesday, for a Thursday start.

But one of the other projects he had been put forward for was still weighing on both of our minds. Although the distance from our little village was not as desirable as Dublin, everything else being offered was perfect. We were both torn, so we asked WWLD: what would Lindy (my mother and moral compass) do? I rang her up and laid out the pros and cons of both positions, and she too saw the difficulty of our decision. Ultimately, her opinion was in line with my own: it had to be the job in Ireland because 1) there was a contract in hand, and 2) the distance made it weekend-commutable.

That evening, Big Jim reviewed the contract and sent an SMS to the agent's replacement (the original agent was taken off the case because of her late Friday afternoon snafu) saying that all looked fine and that he would be in touch with him Tuesday morning to finalize the travel arrangements. And to top off the day, Big Jim and I went out with the dogs to have a drink and a snack of baked brie with almonds and some nice garlic bread.

We were both up early the next morning because in the midst of the job search fury, the clinic in Nerja called to say that their mammogram machine had finally been repaired (see here for the original saga). Perhaps the technician was just having a bad day, but she certainly wasn't the cheerful person I remembered from my earlier visit. And rather than approaching the machine head on like previously, she asked that I stand perpendicular to the apparatus, put my arm around it, to "hug" the cold metal, and then throw my head behind the plastic shield guarding me from excess radiation. I thought I was following her instructions correctly, but she didn't like the way I was hugging the machine. After the third repositioning, she threw her hands up and said to me, "Look, if you don't do what I say, we are going to be here all day!" Nothing like being told off in your second language by someone 15 years your junior while wearing nothing from the waist up. As the blood rushed to my cheeks, I hugged my naked chest. Eventually, I managed to find a position that suited her, and the pictures were taken. She then babbled something about the results being available in two weeks, but I was too busy putting my clothes back on to care what she was going on about. I just wanted to get out of there, and was incredibly happy to find Big Jim waiting outside.

By noon, we were back in village, having completed Big Jim's packing and "to do" lists as we rode up the mountain. He first spoke with the CTSRN2's management company and went over the financials, taxes, etc., and all seemed sorted on the money end. Big Jim then turned to his e-mail, and I heard him exclaim, "They must be joking!" While we were out, the CTSRN2 sent a message saying that they wanted him in Dublin THAT NIGHT. I immediately shifted from my work files back to aerlingus.com to check on flights, while Big Jim called the replacement agent to find out what was going on now. I found one flight available early that evening, but given the packing still required, the time to the airport (which is horrendous at the moment because of road construction), check-in, etc., it was highly improbable Big Jim could make it there in time. Big Jim relayed this to replacement agent, who came back with the most unexpected bomb: rather than wait for Big Jim's arrival the following afternoon, the CTSRN2 had decided not to hire anyone, that they would instead handle the matter internally. Wham, bam, no thank you ma'am. We were left shell-shocked, in complete disbelief, and then came the waves of disappointment, frustration, anger.

When the smoke cleared and we were both able to more objectively review what had transpired, we realized Big Jim probably had dodged a bullet. The CTSRN2 had waited until the last minute to find a replacement for someone they knew would be leaving for months, then made unrealistic demands (knowing full well the travel snags involved) while at the same time making no offers of assistance in regard to, for example, locating accommodation. With clarity restored, we could see the project reeked of poor planning and hysteria, and after only five days, Big Jim and I already were exhausted by their tactics. What shape would we have been in after six months?!

This morning at 8 am Big Jim had an interview for "the perfect job with the imperfect location". It went well, and he has a second interview for this contract on Sunday. We shall see what happens. And if he is offered this position, rest assured there will be no celebrating of any sort until the ink on the contract is dry.

Which brings us to today, my birthday. I have received messages and gifts from all over the world, although the most unexpected came from next door, a beautiful potted begonia from Almendena and her family. I am disappointed with myself for having such a muted mood on a day when I should be celebratory, or at the very least grateful to have so many lovely people sending me good thoughts and taking time out of their busy lives to wish me a happy day. Big Jim has been a dear and a total inspiration, as he refuses to dwell in the funkitude and is doing everything to make this a good day for me, putting his own disappointments aside to look after me.

I'm now going to sun myself on the terrace, repot some flowers, and plant lobelia seeds. And then Big Jim and I are going out for Thai food this evening, and if we have any energy left afterward, perhaps watch some of the village's Semana Santa processions.

Thank you all again for your kind wishes, your e-mails, and your generous gifts. I promise you I will take the first exit out of Mopeytown; it just may not be today.

hasta pronto,

mylifeinspain

10 April 2006

busy, busy

Sorry I haven't posted in a week. Rest assured, all is well here, albeit slightly chaotic. Big Jim may or may not be leaving for Dublin tomorrow or he may or may not be off to Riyadh in the next couple of weeks. Or Puerto Rico or South Carolina or Paris. Many possible scenarios that we need to prepare for regardless; thus, our hours have been filled with researching flights (me) and ironing proper work shirts (Big Jim). All the while psyching myself for my 38th birthday later this week and monitoring my ovulation and trying to make my own work deadlines and taking the dogs to the vet for their annual visit (Carolina, the vet, said to me she has nothing to do when our pets come in because they are so healthy. She has also stopped poo-pooing me about the raw food diet we feed them...proof is in the pudding I say.) Whew, am exhausted just thinking about it all. We did manage to squeeze in a relaxing lunch at my favorite seaside restaurant by Caleta on Saturday. :-) And I took the dogs on a long walk yesterday on the goat track. Wow, must take my camera today because I felt as though I was walking through a botanical garden. Seriously.

More soon.

hasta luego,

mylifeinspain

02 April 2006

foto sunday

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A special edition of foto friday: Taking a break from my spring cleaning, I went up to the roof terrace to see how Big Jim was coming along with his project, the annual scrubbing of the huge Georgian carpet from the lounge. And then I saw this and had to run back down for my camera. The dogs, however, were not amused, found the giant "birds" very scary, and hid. :-)

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