Knowing When to Keep on Going and Knowing When to Stop…

I had fun today in my (barefoot) Spanish lesson, Maricarmen, my teacher, is very embracing of my ‘differences’, and welcomes my, now very brown, bare feet into her classroom… I love the mountain goats here, and she laughingly told me that in Spain they have an expression for an eccentric person ‘Ella es como una…

The Cycle of Life…

Anadi and I have just returned from a liquid lunch! We set off on an outing to visit the Castle… But after walking up the steep winding hill to the very top, we found we had arrived fifteen minutes after it had closed… Sundays in Spain are very ‘Sunday-ish’ indeed…Not much is open except for…

Inspired Inspiring Inspire…

Yesterday I read about Joan Benoit Samuelson who turned sixty in May aiming for a sub three hour marathon… The current world record for the 60-64 age group is 3:01:30 which was run by New Zealand’s Bernie Portenski in 2010… Joan previously held the world record in the marathon, when she ran 2:22:43 for the…

The Right Time….

I have just returned from my Spanish lesson… A whole two hours speaking in Spanish with Maricarmen! The clock struck 1pm signalling the end of our time… She then shared with me that she had seen a film about the racing driver Niki Lauda last night, and that it had made her think of me……

Going with the Flow

I am sitting in the middle of Riad Saba, with the gentle sound of flowing water from the fountain in front of me, the stone floor cool under my bare feet. Riad means garden and these beautiful buildings are built with trees and plants in a central courtyard and feature a fountain or swimming pool… The windows only…

There is Only Now

Day four of my new life and I have got worse at Spanish… I am writing this with a laughing tone, but it is still what it feels like….! With more time to learn the language, I find the box I have opened has no bottom… It is therefore fortunate to have discovered over the…

Thank You for the Days

Today I woke to a new life, the day stretching ahead, endless days stretching ahead… As I write these words, I am reminded of the Kirsty MacColl song ‘Thank you for the days’ I love that song… Thank you for the days Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me I’m thinking of the…

Nowhere to go….

I am sitting on the roof top of our apartment, it’s a sunshiny blowy day, the blustery games of the wind make it feel cooler than it is… Famara beach is just across the road from me and I can hear the music of the waves in a rhythm of still movement – the tide is…

Dancing Your Run…

A new day dawning on a new landscape… Twelve days in the UK have passed in a mixture of London’s lively vibe, misty rainy beauty of the South Downs, watery sun rising over the English Channel, daffodil yellow spring popping up along the paths in the Park at Buxted and a bright sunny morning with…