22/04/2023
Hola friends
My love affair with Spain dates back to 1988, when I arrived in Malaga late one September evening. I had no idea then and am still in awe how this country would become an intricate part of my life. I knew nothing when I arrived! Absolutely nothing! I’ve had problems, made mistakes, left, came back, left again, and now am up to six months a year in Spain, and plan to make the final move soon!
How did I get here? My parents made the decision to retire to Italy in Spring of 88. They had no idea where in Italy, just Italy! Soon they were to learn that as an immigrant buying property had many restrictions in this country. Restrictions they were ill equipped to navigate.
However, they said they were leaving so they, one way or another, were going somewhere, that was not Edinburgh!
Shortly after that setback my mother and sister were shopping in Edinburgh city center when they came across an estate agent window displaying pictures of an ancient, white, village in the mountains of Andalucai, Spain. They did not know at the time, but this was to become our home. Not only did they not know it would be our home, they did not know where Andalucia was!
They returned home dripping wet from the cold rain, but warm from the excitement of their new discovery. Within the hour the decision was made! The entire family was moving to Competa, East of Malaga, in Andalucia, Spain. C O M P E T A, a village with 2,500 hundred people in 1988 with fewer than 20 people who were not native. Now in 2023 it’s closer to 4,000 with 40% being immigrants from over 50 different countries.
This is a long story as 35 years have passed since the big decision was made. Tomorrow I’ll share about the journey, from getting there to home buying, great friends, Spanish culture, and lots lots more.
Hasta Manana