UK. There are
many advantages to living in Tenerife. The climate is kinder on arthritic
joints, for one thing – we know of one man who arrived here on crutches and
within months was teaching badminton again. The cost of living is lower, as
long as you go native and don’t do all your shopping in stores that import
everything from the UK. We have fleeces but no winter coats, we don’t even
possess wellies, and the beer and wine is cheap.
The downside is that we
left friends and family behind – it is ironic that the first long word we
learned from out flash cards was desgraciademente = UNFORTUNATELY. The space we
left in the UK has filled up now, of course. Friends are pleased to see us when
we go over, but we don’t have the minutӕ
of daily life in common any more, and those friendships are fading.
We left six children
there too, and four grandchildren. Since then three more grandchildren have
been born and are growing up without us. So when people ask, “Do you regret
moving?” obviously expecting the answer to be “No”, we tell them that.
This photo is of my four children, their other halves and my two grandsons. The OH's family is more scattered but still UK based.
UNSOLD. The old
bull-ring I featured yesterday was full of unsold cars for a couple of years.
In hindsight it was definite proof of the coming crisis. They were parked in
sad rows, their varied colours rapidly fading UNDER a layer of orange dust.
Then one day there was a procession of gruas (tow-trucks) and they all
disappeared. Did someone buy the lot or was the rent, even of an UNUSED
bull-ring, too much for the company that owned them?
There is also a
veritable rash of unsold apartments everywhere we go. “¡Oportunidad!” the posters scream from the balconies.
We know it means another family has lost the battle to pay their mortgage.
UNEMPLOYMENT in
Spain is around 26% - in Tenerife it’s worse, and el paro (dole) doesn’t cover
the mortgage for long. No wonder the camp-sites and caves are filling up. One
of our Columbian neighbours comes round regularly to fill some water bottles –
his has been cut off – and the poor man is so embarrassed. He asked me last
week if I could give him a euro to visit his child – he hadn’t even got one
euro for the bus. Out by the basura at night, it’s not just tramps you see
dumpster-diving for food, or clothes, or anything that might raise a euro or
two at the Sunday flea-market.
UNDERTAKER. Not
a cheerful subject, but moving abroad sharpened our minds. So we paid for our
funerals in advance – you can do it in instalments if you like – and it was at
2001 prices. The kids were shocked when we told them – “Oh Mum, you’re not ill
are you?” – but now we can all relax in the knowledge that arrangements have
been made. The cheapest funeral these days costs about £2500 – could your
family afford that?
U is a bit of an orphan letter – USUALLY the least
USED vowel – which I bear in mind when I do a codeword puzzle to relax before
sleep. It starts so many negative words, as in UNATTRACTIVE or UNWRITTEN, but
where would Q be without it?
UGH! Cucurachas
– I hate them. In England, if something scuttles across the floor just on the
edge of your sight, it’s likely to be a spider. Here it’s a cockroach. We put
stuff down that they are supposed to take back to the nest to kill themselves,
their babies and the eggs, but still they come. We double-wrap our rubbish, but
if we put the kitchen light on in the middle of the night, there’s always one
of the UGLY buggers. They are UNINVITED guests at any evening meal on the
terrace, and we never leave a drink UNCOVERED outside – a mouthful of cockroach
is decidedly UNPLEASANT.
They say cockroaches
can survive a nuclear blast. Maybe so, but they don’t last long after a direct
hit with a flip-flop.
UP is the only
positive word I can think of today that begins with U. Bottoms up. Chin up.
Fill ‘er up. Gee up. Hurry up. Looking up. Mix up. Pop up. Stir up. Wake up.
The only way is up.
Even the word ‘up’
looks odd when you use it too many times, doesn’t it? Cheer up!
That's a profound blog for sure. Yes - children & grandchildren I can indentify with the remark although we are only separated from them for half the year.
ReplyDeleteThe unemployment issue is very 'real' - I don't think many comfortable friends are able to comprehend the tragedy for folks trying just survive.
We try to buy as much 'local' food & use local services wherever we can. It doesn't require too much effort - just a little thought.
We bought a funeral plan - very sensible, even for much younger folk if they are residents or spend substantial periods of time in Tenerife.
You're very organised and sensible, Liz. I haven't even sorted out my pension yet let alone funeral arrangements. I do have a pension plan but having not been able to pay into it over the years it's not worth much. I just expect to be able to carry on working somehow or fingers crossed my novels become huge bestsellers ;)
ReplyDeleteIt's so refreshing to find another expat, albeit in a different country, who understands that whilst it IS sad to leave others behind, ultimately the positives outweight the negatives.
ReplyDeleteAnd to also find someone who recognises this economic crisis for what it it. I am in Greece where the Greeks are suffering TERRIBLY, yet get vilifed by the Press and ignorant Northern Europeans for it being 'their own fault.'
Thanks for such a refreshing blog.
Bex
www.leavingcairo.blogspot.com
Great post. Unfortunately strikes a chord in me. But we have to choose our own path even if we leave loved ones behind.
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I would imagine it is hard to leave grandchildren and children behind; we were always the ones moving from our parents, taking the grands with us, but I can see in looking back that I wished we had developed a deeper relationship with our kids and their grands, but we do what we have to do.
ReplyDeleteYou gave a wonderful gift to your children by preplanning your funeral and getting it paid for. My mom did that and sadly when the time came, everything was arranged, took so much stress off the family. Conversely, when hubby's parents passed within a month of each other, he and his brother were scrambling around trying to plan this and that and they had no idea what their parents might have wanted except for a request for his dad on what to be buried in (his military uniform). It is a fact of life that we will die. It is good to be prepared.
almost done with the challenge :)
betty
Leaving family is probably the reason I'd never move abroad. I can understand all the reasons for doing so, but it's not for me. Hubby has mentioned France in the past, and that sent shivers down my spine - he's since re-thunk it :-)
ReplyDeleteI wish I'd rethunk it too - before we made what appears to be an irrevocable decision.
ReplyDeleteSo - why did you decide to live abroad? It makes me sad to think you'l like to rethink it. Is it irrevocable?
ReplyDeleteThere's definitely something about knowing you can drive down the road and deliver anything at all to your children, be it help, a shoulder, money, a sieve... or contacts with which to get on... I feel that is my life - obviously i DO have a separate and very fulfilling life, but... But! We are all different.
It seems such a shame when the reality doesn't live up to the dream. I hope there's still plenty of wonderful things that make you glad you are there :-)
ReplyDeleteThis is a wonderful post, full of information, sadness, ideas, and hope.
ReplyDeleteAs for the cockroaches, the ones we were introduced to in Florida were given the charming name of palmetto bugs...they were huge and they were everywhere. I haven't seen one single cockroach since coming to Colorado in 1998, and I am grateful for that.
Patricia
I hate cockcroaches killed a few of those in Egypt!
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