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Wednesday, June 22, 2016

It's Almost Over

I have found it very difficult to post lately because I find the 'goings on' in the world unpleasant to tolerate! At the moment life is dominated by the referendum and while I have definite opinions about whether Britain would be better in or out, I feel it may not be my place to say -- I am not a citizen and therefore, can not vote.

I have given up watching debates and politicians. I do have a question though that I didn't hear asked. Apparently, if Britain votes to leave the EU there is a two-year period in which to decide the terms 'of the divorce'! If, however, we need longer than two years, the 27 member states can vote to give an extension to the negotiations. It has been suggested by a European official that it could actually take seven years. All 27 countries would have to agree to this extension.

Which for me begs the question... If an extension is not granted what does that mean? End of negotiation, divorce final?

The campaign has been quite brutal. I think it brought out the worst in a lot of people -- most especially some of the politicians. Whatever the outcome, I hope some wisdom prevails. The BBC thought their debate was wonderful. I didn't watch, but the clips I saw later did not look wonderful to me.

The most sensible people were those interviewed who were not there ...

So far I haven't heard anything about Trump's impending arrival -- I rather watch coverage of the referendum, thank you very much!

Anyway, God bless you, UK and the force be with you!

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

ABroad in Portugal: Exploring New Vistas





I loved this tiled courtyard in Ayamonte, Spain -- the down immediately across the border from Portugal. This was the first time we ventured outside of Portugal -- on a lovely sunny day. As there were no border controls it was just like going from one state to another in the U.S.  Except of course for the language difference and the fact that in Spain we were an hour ahead. Other than this courtyard and the harbour area, we did most of our exploring outside of Ayamonte in nearby seaside towns. There were lots and lots of very new, very impersonal apartment buildings aiming to tempt holidaymakers. All had similar faux Moorish facades, which left both The Man and me rather cold. An old seaside village, however, was very appealing as was the beach restaurant and the sound of the ocean in the distance
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The above picture on the left is of SanLucar Guadiana, Spain, and to the right, Alcoutim, Portugal. Friends of ours from The Man's RAF days had retired to this picturesque Spanish town and we were curious to see it from the Portuguese side of the river. Two weeks later we visited our friends and a very pleasant time we had. Much of the life is dependent on using transportation to and from the two villages and along one river bank or the other. Our friends make a great deal of use of their motorized dinghy, either visiting their plot of gardening  land or crossing over for a night of carousing with like-minded ex-pats. I was particularly impressed by one woman named Jack who lived on her own on a boat in the middle of the river. Her mode of transportation was a canoe in which she had paddled solo, in the dark, to the venue -- with her instruments -- At the end of the night, in the wee hours she paddled back several kilometers to her boat. It was a fabulous evening with lots of laughing, good food and wine! Even if I did rather make a meal of getting in and out of the dinghy on the way across the river to Alcoutim. Fortunately, we saw the owner of the lone river taxi, which we booked for midnight and I didn't have to finagle my way back into the rubber dinghy to get back!


The morning after our night of carousing, we met again with some of the ex-pats from the night before. The Man is seated lower left and is chatting to a woman who has recently trekked to base camp at Mount Everest.  Personally, I can't imagine it! 


You can just about make out the bridge across the river which separates Spain from the Algarve in Portugal. From a distance the bridge looks impressive enough. But, in fact, it is really quite ordinary -- if not to me a little less than ordinary. I was quite disappointed to discover one night that the bridge is not in any way lit -- but very dark and ghost-like to me. And the roadway on the bridge itself is very bumpy and rough. It made me think that perhaps there were maintenance issues between the two countries...


One of my favourite days was our excursion to the southwestern most point of continental 
Europe, Cabo de Sao Vicente. Glorious sunshine and spectacular views. The spot is just outside of Sagres and we had a very pleasant lunch there in a very ordinary looking cafe by the harbour. There we met a couple from Germany, a Brit and a Canadian living in Britain. They were very interesting and talkative. The Germans had an interesting take on the influx of immigrants to Germany. At least it was a view I hadn't heard before. He said that Germany needed as many young immigrants as it could get since they have an aging population and no population growth. He said they need workers to help support the country and its future.

Well that is pretty much the Portuguese part of our February adventure. But still to come is our excursion to Spain and The Man revisiting The Rock after 35  years!

Friday, April 29, 2016

A Polite Letter of Request

Dear Winter,
Let’s get straight to the point. When are you leaving? You said you’d only stay from November until March and then you’d move on to the Southern Hemisphere. It’s now almost May and you’re still here. Don’t get me wrong it’s been fun! December or January would not be the same without you. However, everyone's a bit tired of your snow and cold temperatures, and if you don’t leave then Spring can’t move in and Spring is a bit concerned that they won’t have a place to stay before Summer arrives – if Summer arrives. So if you don’t terribly mind leaving… that would be good. You are of course welcome back in November but this time maybe don’t bring so much rain.
Yours sincerely,
The UK

By Catrin Hughes
Youngest son's partner

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Projects I Still Haven't Got Round to Doing


Lately I seem to be thinking more and more of the things I want to do before I die. In particular I want to make some sense of all the photographs I have -- especially of past generations. I have pretty well organized those of the present -- into albums and computer files. But I have hundreds, probably thousands of old photographs. And I would like to make a written record about some of them.

Yesterday would have been my mother's  97th birthday and so I began a photo album of her that I should have started a long time ago. Well, it's a beginning...

Paris 1945
However, there is a much bigger project that I must stop putting off and get on with -- my father's war letters to my mother. They are all in tact and all in their original envelopes. What is interesting to me about them is his account of what he was doing -- sometimes what he was up to! So much of what I know about World War II is newsreel accounts and historical documentation. Movies try to give you a flavour of what life was like for the soldiers. but his first-hand account is a very personal one describing a lot about what he  'got up to'!

So what I want to do is make the letters available to other members of the family. And I wonder how best to do this. Should I scan them and print them off into some kind of book. Should I type them up as well and make both part of the chronicle?

Best to get started, methinks. But not now -- dinner's on and blogging takes up time  and there goes another day! And I still haven't finished with Portugal... Not to mention French studies, brushing up on Italian and final alterations to the new kitchen...

Tuesday, April 05, 2016

ABroad in Portugal: Getting My Bearings


Welcome to the Algarve, Portugal. The distance from the most southwestern point in continental Europe to the Spanish border is just over 100 miles. And from the most south eastern point of the Algarve to the border town of Alcoutim is about 24 miles. Apart from one excursion to the west of Faro all of our February adventures were in the eastern part of the Algarve, in Spain and in Gibraltar.

Cabanas has more than a touch of the old Portugal

. In 1755 a Tsunami and Earthquake destroyed most of the ancient Moorish towns and villages in the Algarve. Cabanas is an old fishing village just outside of the old city of Tavira. Although Tavira is very modern and built up, the old city is quite charming and pretty along the river. Although we did no spend much time there, we did do most our grocery shopping in the outskirts -- a mere 3 kilometers from the caravan site. The evening after we went to Barril Beach, we headed into Cabanas for a meal. The speciality of the Algarve being fish and seafood and I chose sea bass. The men opted for a mixed grill of various cuts of meat. I don't remember much about their meals except that The Man had far  more than he expected!

My sea bass came 'butterflied' and was a beautiful thing to behold. It was delicious, but very bony. It seems to be a traditional way the Portuguese serve sea bass as it was prepared the same way on the one other occasion I ordered it.

What I loved about eating out in Portugal is that the food was always dependably delicious, simply prepared and fresh. And the wine we found to be very drinkable! I discovered 'vinho verde' which has a lower alcohol content and a lovely light taste. So going out to dinner one had good unpretentious food with as much wine as you would want to drink with the bill for two people seldom going over 30 euros and often just over 20! My stepson had told us that when they stayed in Portugal they ate in one night and out the next. I can understand why and next time we will not stock up on so much food to prepare ourselves!

The other thing that must be emphasized is how welcoming the Portuguese people were. We had discovered two local restaurants in a small village near to the caravan. Twice we showed up well after 9 o'clock -- barely hoping they would be open and willing to serve us. No problem -- they happily served us with friendliness and good cheer.

The Algarve east of Faro is less spoiled by modern villas and touristy apartment buildings than the western side of the province. However, that is not to say that modernity does not abound. However, the old ways and traditions seem to have remained more in the area than the wealthier more affluent areas to the west of Faro.

Sunday, April 03, 2016

ABroad in Portugal -- Warm Beginnings

February 1st we flew to Faro, Portugal from Liverpool. I had not been to Portugal before and was looking forward to some warmer weather and more sunshine that the UK in February usually brings. My stepson has a mobile home in Cabanas, about 8 miles from the Spanish border, on the Algarve coast. We were to stay there for the month of February.

Indeed it proved to be much warmer than the UK with daytime temperatures generally reaching the mid teens centigrade to the low 20's. (mid 60's to low 70's F) The first week was one of the best with lots of sunshine. My stepson stayed with us for the week and so we were able to get a good feel for the place and to find some of the best beaches. In fact The first day we went to a place called Barril Beach, which was absolutely magical. We parked the car by the salt marsh and took a walk across a footbridge to a train station in what seemed to be the middle of no where. Within a few minutes a train the like of which I'd never seen before trundled up. We bought three very cheap tickets and boarded an open carriage.

The Man, who is a bit of a railroad buff, was not sure what to make of the engine -- it was meant to look like a steam engine, but definitely was not. Perhaps when the trains were  originally being used to transport workers to the tuna fish factory, which is no longer, the engines looked like this. The train runs for only a few miles over quite beautiful salt marshes ending up at the sea. There is also a path along the tracks for those wishing to have a pleasant walk that isn't too challenging.

At the end of the track we came to a short board walk onto a beautiful sandy beach right on the ocean. What a treat it was to be able to sit in the warm sun and unpack our sandwiches on the 2nd of February with the surf in the distance and a blue blue sea!


There is much more to write about -- but I think I will eek it out for a while!



Thursday, March 31, 2016

Perhaps it's just existential...

I have had a long hiatus -- 4 months since I last posted. I have been trying to figure out why it happened and there doesn't seem to be a definitive answer. Writing is very cathartic for me, but lately I have felt that deep down I have nothing important to add to whatever conversation I am having. So much is going on in the world that distresses me, so much that is numbing to my brain. But what I find most distasteful and difficult is how much anger there is everywhere I turn. In my personal life all is calm -- only the minor issues of everyday life. So now after many weeks of giving blogging an undeserved rest, I am going to try again.

The intervening months have not been entirely unproductive or without incident. Christmas was full of contradictions, we spent the month of February in a caravan in the Algarve (Portugal) and March has been spent waiting for Spring to come so that I might start to warm up!

Tomorrow is the first of April. A good day to continue?


Friday, November 27, 2015

Paris Memorial

Holy God, give strength to those who mourn,
healing to those wounded,
light and peace to those who have died;
and grant us justice in the face of wickedness.
Amen.

Two weeks ago on Sunday, The Man and I and others with a personal connection to France were invited by our vicar to participate in a short memorial ceremony at the beginning of the morning service. We each lit one of the candles seen in the photograph and then the vicar read the words which are below the photograph of Paris. For me the words were absolutely right and I greatly appreciate the thought and care he took writing them. It seems appropriate to share them today, when Paris is holding a moving ceremony to honour the victims of such evil in our world.

Friday, November 13, 2015

Halloween, Thanksgiving and !!!

Each year as Halloween approaches and November 1st looms, I bemoan the fact that the Festive Season in "thrust" upon us. Part of this is the American in me that wants to get Thanksgiving Day properly celebrated and out of the way before getting on with the traditional blitz that entails the month of December. And perhaps part of it is my Swiss/German heritage that waits for the coming of Advent before all hell breaks loose.

So imagine my surprise at myself when a few days before Halloween, I came upon the 'Christmas Shop' in Marks and Spencer and felt a sudden uplifting of my spirits at the sight of all the sparkling ornaments and jolly old St. Nicks! I suddenly felt the lost sense of excitement that Christmas used to bring to me but hasn't for many years now.

The past few months have been for me one of frustration and sadness at the state of the world, of Europe and of attitudes so many of us have towards those less fortunate than ourselves in the West. The Global State of Mind is pretty depressing right now. Yesterday's meeting in Malta proved once again that Europe is impossible to run. Millions of people are desperately trying to leave deathly dangers and we look at them and wring our hands and can barely bear to see. The idea of ever closer union among European nations seems to me to be a sick joke. One of the reasons for fighting wars in the Middle East was to keep the battles 'over there' not 'here'! Well guess what -- there is no escaping the consequences of that stupidity and the sooner we figure that out the better. And 'not in my back yard' is not the right answer...

So while I am feeling all uplifted and happy at the onslaught of the celebrations to come, it will behoove me to remember the message on the Christmas card that reads "Peace on Earth and Good Will to All Men"!