El escocés errante en Fuerteventura y La Palma, en inglés y español.
Thursday, September 16
Saturday, September 11
Tuesday, September 7
Music maestro...... please.
The beaurocracy (spelling?) is almost exquisite. Dealing with the local authorities, in this case, a subsidied bus ticket, is proving, well can I say a challenge?
For reasons hidden behind, what I assume, are charming smiles, the funcionarios pass the caller from one extention to another, which in itsself is not quite surprising, just like the famous, in the meantime listen to some music, but when you have to wait six weeks, and still no ticket, or indeed hope of that coveted solution.
However dear reader, remember if you will, this is La Palma, the beautiful island, where the pace of life is slow and stop. Something arriving holiday makers do not really notice, but when a foreigner (like me) elects to spend the autumn years on this, or any other part of the archipeligo, the quirky way of life can be frustrating,
If you can accept the law of mañana, which reads "Mañana is not necessarily tomorrow, but it´s certainly not today!", you have passed the first test of reason.
In the meantime, please listen to some music.
Monday, September 6
Sunday, August 29
Just wondering what to do today,,,,the sun is shining (of course), the temperature is on the way up, and noon approaches, at speed.
Retirement can be a bit strange, just like a never ending holiday. I´ve been on holiday for almost fifteen years!
I have travelled quite extensively, not just tourism but educative, I like to think.
Now, I look across the Atlantic to Argentina, and the project of recovering the railways after abandonment of some twenty years. An absorbing challenge, but I suspect my ageing frame will decline such an adventure.
So continue with my language struggle and, of course photography while fiddling with eloquence in my native English.
But I am so lucky, living in the mountains of La Palma, barely touched by the dreadful COVID19 virus.
So life trundles on,,,enjoying my luck, my retirement.
Thursday, August 26
Wednesday, August 18
What to write...?
Hot again today, a big forest fire on the west of this little island, burned for about 24 hours until the powers got it under control. So we are told.
Its suspected that someone threw a cigarette butt out of a car window, and with these high temps and a gusting wind...no need for Einstein to calculate what happened next.
Irresponsible.
Will never catch the culprit. But he or she knows what has happened.
Aqui estoy...
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