At last we take the plunge Right now, I left you in Spain in the town of Nerja five years ago. Not a fast mover me …you’ve probably gathered.
We’re still on the ‘wouldn’t it be nice to have a place in Spain’ train’ but it’s getting nearer to the station. Before we arrive at the station and mainly for those of you that haven’t read the previous articles, can I just say that we’ve been spending some of our annual holiday each year looking at possible houses that we might be able to afford to rent over the winter or actually buy in Spain.
Our idea was that when we retired we’d be able to escape somewhere a little warmer for a while when the English winters got a bit too cold for old bones
We found the little town of Moraira on the Costa Blanca by chance. I’d only recently found my biological family (having been adopted as a baby) and one of my sister’s lived in that area. So I went to say ‘Hello, I’m your sister’. She did know I was coming. I wasn’t that unkind ☺
Early evening on Moraira beach on the Costa Blanca, Spain. January 2016
An estate agent in Moraira showed us many houses. Some awful, some okay but just one had potential and you only need one don’t you? We liked it but we had to go home and do our sums …well actually as you already know if you read the last article my husband did our sums. Maths not being my strong point, but my husband and I are a perfect match because my English compensates for my terrible maths.
We told the estate agent (and the owner) that we’d get in touch. We did, just a couple of days later. It was sold!
You know how it feels when you think you’ve found the right house only to find that in actual fact you haven’t. Well of course eventually one bounces back and we left instructions with the estate agent saying to let us know if by any chance it came back on the market.
Three months later my husband was looking at Costa Blanca Spanish property for sale on the Internet (as you do) when he saw this very same house back on the market for sale again. Apparently the sale did fall through and the estate agent hadn’t let us know. Yay, yay, not very efficient was he!
It was obviously meant to be ours. I’ll not bore you anymore with small details but after a quick flight to Spain to pay an initial deposit and sign some papers the deed was done.
I think this is the cue for the happy music, and those of that you that had a good time in Spain in the 1980’s (and onwards) will remember ‘The Birdie Song’.
There are much better videos of this song on YouTube but I think you’ll find this one fun, just look at the crowd dancing. Do you remember doing that? You might even be there!
Here’s the music history bit coming up (so skip the next paragraph if ‘The Birdie Song’ leaves you cold)
Apparently it was first released in the UK in 1981 by a band called The Tweets, it even got to number two! I found it even more surprising when I read that it was composed in the 1950’s by a Swiss man called Werner Thomas. He called it the Duck Dance. The words that you may be used to sing - ‘It’s a little bit of this …it’s a little bit of that … were added much later.
Okay music bit over. Next time I’ll tell you about our experiences of the legalities and procedures involved in buying a house in Spain - just in case you’ve been inspired and feel you’d like to do it one day.
I’ll also tell you about some of the stupidly funny things that happen when you try speaking Spanish and live abroad, but for now I will leave you with a picture taken by Gaile Griffin Peers, of UP Publications.
She used it as the wrap around cover for my debut novel HEN PARTY that came out last week. I’m still jumping up and down with excitement!
This is the Spanish town of Benidorm on the Costa Blanca in December. Just look at that blue sky and sunshine