We're off to Spain again. A month of sun and the sea and the pool and just living.
Now I'm impatient to be there.
Las Heredades was a rural, backwater, bit-of-a-shock-to-the-system, last year - especially after years going to the bigger coastal village on the Costa Blanca. It became as familiar as our own backyard. The baker who opened only between 8-10am. The tobacconist who was always shut and you had to ring the doorbell for. The multi-purpose pub come cafe come ice-cream parlour that was open from the wee sma' hours to the wee sma' hours and where there was no such thing as a 'measure'. Neighbours clearing rubble for their tomato and courgette plants and to plant orange trees and cut back the fig - and being chased by the crazy pup who just wanted to play. The lazy heat of the day spent in the village pool or the villa plunge pool. The fruit and the salads and the olive oil and the watermelon from the handcart at the motorway roundabout. Mouthwatering, messy hot churros con chocolate at the cafe in Santa Pola. Trips to Cartagena where we met up with our favourite waiter and loved the city again. Or to Torrevieja or Alicante. To Elx (Elche) and the mountains beyond to worship palm trees and to run through the pop up fountain and marvel at the tower.
For the rest it was our big messy rambling family filling the house, laughing and shouting and just taking it all easy.
|Meg and Ana Cristina and a trip to spend holiday money in Torrevieja.|
|Cartagena - Meg and Ana Cristina - Town Hall in the background|
|Elx - strawberry daiquiris in the evening for Meg|
|Cartagena in the evening - trip out with Lewis, Carrie and Evan|
|Santa Pola beach in the evening - Carrie|
|Carrie and Lewis - Cartagena - with them looking very pale and white|
|Las Heredades - view from villa rooftop - and no, it's not picturesque...|
|Carrie and Evan - Rooftop - Las Heredades. Very not picturesque...|
I'm sad that Meg won't be here this year. It's Berlin for her - with a trip to Italy mid July. But that's life.
The boys have T-in-the-Park (should've gone to Rockness) tickets and then work commitments but will be out for at least a week.
My friend of the messy divorce is planning to be with us for another of the weeks.
Mum and Dad and the two wee ones will fight it out for the spot beside the air conditioning.
It's all good.