You may know the drill. Up at 6am, or maybe earlier, to hit the gym or the morning yoga class before going to work. If you are like I was, living in London then you are probably heading there in rather bleak conditions. Overcast and dull grey sky, perhaps rain (pretty much all the time there) and if in winter, well you're not just wearing your trench coat and multiple layers of thermals but probably icicles on the end of your nose.
It sucks. Day in, day out the same old grind. And then when day something snaps. You don't want this life anymore. Change is a coming and her name is Mary. Your head and heart are scream "Exit stage left even". The time has come for that lifestyle change because the woods have too many trees and you can't see past the thick of it all.
But some of us can only dream about it the change because we are burdened with the responsibilities of the mortgage repayments or the kids school/university fees, or the car repayments, or simply by our fear of change. Like a long winding road with no end in sight. And so we are bound - or are we?
For us, my husband and I the bond to our former life was not that strong. Individually we have always been free spirits, heads forward and tails pointed smelling something and off we would go on the scent. And so we had the chance to break away and we fled. Me and my man and a van, bulging at the edges with all that we owned, including the greenery, off an adventure to somewhere. Well Spain actually.
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But some of us can only dream about it the change because we are burdened with the responsibilities of the mortgage repayments or the kids school/university fees, or the car repayments, or simply by our fear of change. Like a long winding road with no end in sight. And so we are bound - or are we?
For us, my husband and I the bond to our former life was not that strong. Individually we have always been free spirits, heads forward and tails pointed smelling something and off we would go on the scent. And so we had the chance to break away and we fled. Me and my man and a van, bulging at the edges with all that we owned, including the greenery, off an adventure to somewhere. Well Spain actually.
We sat at the dock in Portsmouth, waiting patiently to drive on board. Ship ahoy, surging forward on the open seas (thanks to Brittany Ferries) likes pirates of old, looking for their treasure. I can't say we didn't feel like kids on a merry-go-round because we did. We were riding high on that pony into a world of possibilities, a strong sense of intuition and not much else.
From the port at Santander we embarked on our new life in Spain and 14 hours later, we were sitting in our new home on the Costa Tropical, in amongst our boxes and our plants and ready for the adventure ahead.
And so the journey begins...a tribe (albeit small) has arrived in Spain to take root on this ancient tree to become a rama (branch) of this old land. Come and enjoy the trials and tribulations as we make our way.
