Thursday 29 August 2024

The Great Iberian Road Trip, Days 59-60: Happy Birthday, Livia!

 


On Wednesday 28 August, we did next to nothing, except go to the pool in the building and take a little wander to the promenade for some ice cream, cakes and coffee. Our time in the pool was curtailed by the arrival of an angry boy who kept trying to steal Dainoris’s surfboard and clinging on to it really tightly. To retrieve it, I had to unwind it from his wrist, all while he was trying to punch me in the ribs, face or abdomen. Bonny Bee put the surfboard on the roof of the heating shed but the little monster took the pole for the filter net and knocked it off. He eventually left us despite accusing us of several disproven acts of sabotage when his mother called him from a window above.

Apart from that, not much happened. I guess we’re kind of winding down now, before we return to Valencia on Monday.

On Thursday 29 August, Livia turned 7. Seven years already. How time flies…  so to celebrate, we took her to a shop to choose her birthday present. She wanted a bed for her new doll, but as we didn’t find that, she was happy with a pushchair for her. She asked to have pizza for lunch, and I found one a short car ride up the beach. It was quite an impressive complex with one section for burgers, one for pizza/pasta and one for ice cream and cocktails. It’s probably kicking in the evenings there.

The place was also right on the edge of the beach, so we headed over there next. Dainoris played in the sea for a while, Livia did her own thing with rocks and sand – she loves making structures and improving on them – and Milda just lay on the sunbed, as she really didn’t like the strong waves.

I lay on a sunbed, as did Bonny Bee, and we had a decent rest. I think we have also got a bit of fatigue from the nomad life. It’s been an educative and exploratory two months, but continuously unpacking our stuff, packing it up again and moving on has taken quite a toll on us. The idea was to use the time wisely, mixing work with leisure, and looking around to see if we had decided to settle in the right place. A by-product of this has been that we have seen what type of house we would like to live in once our house in Germany is sold.

And what we saw was that indeed, returning to the Valencian Community, even though we aren’t in our province, was a true moment of joy. There are parts of Spain that we definitely could move to, but Valencia is where we feel most at home.

Further joy has sprung up in recent days: the children have all started asking how to say certain things in Spanish. They began in the winter with “zumo de piña” and “pajita”, but now the curiosity is much greater. I think because they realise they’re going to start at a Spanish school in just ten days’ time! So now that even Livia has started asking how to say certain phrases in Spanish, I think the floodgates have been opened and we will see a lot more of this in the weeks to come.

I went for a swim in the sea, which compared to the Atlantic was like getting in the bath. However, the beach in Torrevieja is quite narrow and not particularly pleasant. A lot of it used to be rock until very recently, and under the water there is a fair amount of it sticking out and into the feet of unsuspecting members of the public (me) wading into deeper waters. My toes, toenails, heels and calves are all scratched and gnarled. More than they were before…



But once in the deeper waters it was fine. The waves were familiarly low and no so strong, but there was a treacherous riptide. Out further in the sea the waves were coming in at an angle, the most telling aspect of nasty undercurrents. After I was nearly swept out to sea back in June, I don’t take any chances, so I hung around where my feet could touch the bottom.

When I got out, Dainoris came to declare for the tenth or eleventh time that he was bored. This is because his close mate Milda hates the beach, and Livia likes the pleasure of her own company. I was also getting a bit bored of the place, so I suggested we go for a drink and a little sit down back in the huge leisure complex.

Then we jumped in the car and went back to our poky little apartment in the city. Just four more nights of our exile left…



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