Here We Go Again

Well, six years down the line and whatever happened to our exciting plans of a new life in Galicia. As is often the case with plans they went a little pear shaped.  I had 18 months in Galicia in my dream house with my Father, and 4 chickens and made many wonderful friends.  My husband came out as often as his work would allow and everything in the garden was, as they say, very rosy indeed.  But then tragedy struck as my Father became ill and I had to take him back to the UK where he died very suddenly.

After thinking things couldn't get any worse after that they did and for the next few years more and more things happened which meant the Galician dream became just that, the house was sold, the chickens were fostered out and I went back to living a very unsettled life in the UK.  The problem with Galicia is that you either love it or hate it - there doesn't seem to be any halfway point between the two. For me it got under my skin to such an extent that my life in the UK became to mean little to me and my marriage suffered and ground to a halt, and I made the life changing decision (again) to return to my beloved Galicia  and now, at the ripe old age of 61, I am setting out on this adventure again. Some friends were shocked by this decision, some were supportive but my family are totally behind me - recent events have shown me that life really is too short to be unhappy so with the help of my Galician friends, Spanish and English, I am looking forward to finally achieving a new life in Spain.

I hope you'll share the journey with me.