A blog about living and learning in Jerez de la Frontera
We did it! One of life's windows opened up, and we jumped through it with two suitcases and our cat and landed on all fours in Spain in early 2023. What follows is a nice and accurate account of the whys, hows, wheres and holy-craps of what we did and what we did next. You'll laugh, you'll cry, and at some point you'll probably go to the lavatory.
A new food pattern
I'd rather have my scrotum caught in a revolving door than go to a supermarket on a Saturday morning. In Spain they do have equivalent supermarkets – many with revolving doors, so there are some intriguing possibilities opening up – but reliance by locals on these corporate behemoths is a lot lower than it is in Australia.
On a language we don’t yet know
"That fat woman over there eats too much food," she said, rather more loudly than I had anticipated.
An ode to poop scrooching
We're sitting on the hard floor in an apartment with no furniture watching our cat Ted, heavily burdened with diarrhoea, scrooching his arse along the otherwise pristine vinyl in an attempt to clean himself after a particularly nasty litter box event.