Had a lovely surprise visit from K earlier today. I haven’t seen her for a week so it was nice to see her.
She only lives a short distance from me but we keep missing each other. She showed me a postcard from that trouble maker Craig and asked me if he’d sent me one. Do you know I hadn’t checked my mail for a few days so she offered to go downstairs and pick it up and sure enough, there was a lovely comical postcard from Craig.
He’s currently in Spain having a well deserved holiday and funnily enough, is staying in one of the places I stayed for a short time. Seville. Funny as I thought he’d be more the Benidorm or Ibiza type! You learn something new every day.
After a few hours of answering Karen’s questions about my trip to Spain, she suggested I share a few details here and write about some of my experiences. So if anybody is interested, here goes:
Not really that much to say really, except it reminds me of my travels in Spain some years ago.
It was in 1966 and I spent about five months there ending up in Malaga and Torremolinos, in the days when this was still only an ‘up and coming’ fishing village. The latter had not yet become commercialized (like the mini-Blackpool it has apparently become now) and many of the hotels had not even been built. There were not too many tourists – I do remember that – and the cost of living was very cheap. Wine, for example. was only about 1 peseta a glass, and that was an old English penny.
It was a good five months and I saw most of Spain; many of the roads however all leading to nowhere; or at least, all held a fascination from the very fact you never knew exactly where you were going or what lay ahead. Accordingly, there were good times, and sad times. But all a part of the adventure I was then on, as I saw it.
Karen has asked a difficult one here; how can I possibly explain all that in a short Blog?
Its impossible! I do remember, however, having to leave Torremolinos towards the end in January 1967 in a ‘bit of a hurry’ after I got involved with people (inadvertently) I shouldn’t have got involved with, but I did hint at this in my autobiography Shadows in the Night.
If anybody is interested in more details of my time in Spain, you can read about them in Shadows in the Night.
Anyway while Karen was here, she offered to fix two of my computers that the police returned. It turns out that they weren’t broken but that the cables inside hadn’t been reconnected.
She had both computers up and running within an hour and all the information that ‘certain people’ were hoping would be gone, is now back on track to being included in my up and coming books.
Craig, if you’re reading this in a cyber café in Spain, how come you never told me there was something going on between you and Karen! Still, nice to know that I’ve played match maker without realising! (Only joking!).
Well, Karen left, but it was nice to see her again. Actually, she also took a load of copy tapes with her saying that she . . . ‘had plans for them’. I can well believe it actually.
Now there is a girl even us ‘mad witches’ would be reluctant to tangle with! And I don’t if I can all but help it!
For the moment,