As the year of 2010 drew to a close there were a riot of parties. The first was the Spanish classes party. This party was in a bar which is within the park itself. All the classes were there and we as Brits, sang our Christmas carols, whilst they sang theirs, which are very different to ours.
The party ended with the male Spanish teacher telling us all jokes. A few, including myself stayed on when all the older end had gone and visited a local nightclub. I don’t remember when I got home, but I remember laughing a lot.
The other Spanish classes.
Los Alumnos Inglés
I went home for Christmas and spent quality time with my daughter and grandson. We also went to a local park for the day feeding ducks and playing on the amusements, then later we spent a lot of time time with friends and family. There are no photos here. This was my private time with the people I missed so much in sunny Spain.
Before I left to visit other friends in a different city the English weather gave us an impromptu display of Christmas spirit in the form of three inches of snow. This is how I left the little village where I had spent so many years whilst my family grew.
My daughters garden.
At that time my son lived in York and I spent a day with him in the Shambles and later at his house before going to my other friends house in a different suburb of York.
(The old streets of the Shambles are famous throughout Yorkshire. Old is a relative term. The streets of the Shambles would be around two or three hundred years old, The walls of the City are Roman and after they left there was a Viking settlement here. In all the history of York spans over two thousand years.)
The Shambles.
Whilst I was at my son's house the Salvation Army came down his street playing carols and singing. They do this every Christmas, but I had to walk to the other side of the street because I did not want anybody to see the tears streaming down my face.
It is always the little things you miss when you are away from home.
For The New Year I stayed with some friends in York. I had not seen them in a year and I was looking forward to having time with these old friends again. We had walked miles together in Spain and had shared many good times. We had our first pint together in a local bar with a roaring fire. I had tears in my eyes again. This was a perfect homecoming for an ex pat.
The next day we had a few beers in a typical English bar called the Bluebell. After the living in Olvera and it's one beer fits all policy it was a pleasure to see all the guest beers lining the bar in the bluebell.
For Old Years Night went to a local bar where they had set up a Casino night for adults and children. We played for monopoly money and everybody joined in. Between us we won £400,000, but the winner that night had £1,500,000. After the count up the guy who won first prize took home a big teddy bear. Everybody had a brilliant night.
This was one of my best Christmases.
One of the New Years night revellers left a supermarket trolley in the middle of a frozen lake. We spotted this surreal scene on my last morning walk with my friends and their dog before I returned to Spain.
As always, when I was sat waiting to board the plane back to Spain, I was eager to return , but sad to leave.
The party ended with the male Spanish teacher telling us all jokes. A few, including myself stayed on when all the older end had gone and visited a local nightclub. I don’t remember when I got home, but I remember laughing a lot.
Before I left to visit other friends in a different city the English weather gave us an impromptu display of Christmas spirit in the form of three inches of snow. This is how I left the little village where I had spent so many years whilst my family grew.
(The old streets of the Shambles are famous throughout Yorkshire. Old is a relative term. The streets of the Shambles would be around two or three hundred years old, The walls of the City are Roman and after they left there was a Viking settlement here. In all the history of York spans over two thousand years.)
Whilst I was at my son's house the Salvation Army came down his street playing carols and singing. They do this every Christmas, but I had to walk to the other side of the street because I did not want anybody to see the tears streaming down my face.
It is always the little things you miss when you are away from home.
The next day we had a few beers in a typical English bar called the Bluebell. After the living in Olvera and it's one beer fits all policy it was a pleasure to see all the guest beers lining the bar in the bluebell.
For Old Years Night went to a local bar where they had set up a Casino night for adults and children. We played for monopoly money and everybody joined in. Between us we won £400,000, but the winner that night had £1,500,000. After the count up the guy who won first prize took home a big teddy bear. Everybody had a brilliant night.
One of the New Years night revellers left a supermarket trolley in the middle of a frozen lake. We spotted this surreal scene on my last morning walk with my friends and their dog before I returned to Spain.
As always, when I was sat waiting to board the plane back to Spain, I was eager to return , but sad to leave.
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