8th December, The day of the Immaculate Conception.

Great!!! We are enjoying the opportunity to layback for a whole calendar week. Everything in the country is kept especially quiet this week because both, the 6th and 8th of December, are Bank Holidays. This year, these dates are on Tuesday and Thursday, which gives to thousands of Spaniards an excellent opportunity to have a week long break, just when Christmas is around the corner. This week is a good opportunity to travel around Spain to enjoy the richness avd diversity of this vast country.

December 6th, as we explained on the post “What is Constitution Day”  is a remarkable Bank Holiday because it is the day in which the Spanish “Carta Magna” (La Constitución), the highest legal bill – the milestone of the current Democracy, came into force in 1978 after 37 hard years of dictatorship, and an extra five years of political transition.

If the current recession has hit us hard, the restrictions of the Dictatorship were even harder before the 6th of December 1978. Spaniards from my generation (70s) heard many stories about how hard it was for our grandparents who arrived at school every morning at 8.30am and had to sing the “Cara al Sol”, the equivalent to the national anthem at the time. After the school,  strong catholic and moral guidelines ruled the daily routine – outdoors and indoors in the worst of the cases. But in every generation, people did their best to achieve happiness. Certainly it happened during the Spanish Dictatorship and it is happening now in this one, the toughest recession in 30 years.

Let us go to the point. What happens on the 8th of December? Why is everybody off on the 8th of December? The 8th of December is one of the purest religious feast of the year. Spaniards celebrate the day of the Inmaculada Concepcion (Immaculate conception ). What is it? Is that such an important event in order to arrange a Bank Holiday in Spain?… more than 40 million people officially off work?

Let us explain what this is about. This is about a purely Catholic feast held by the belief that Maria, the mother of Jesus Christ, is the only human being in the planet free of sin.

The belief is there. It is a strong and particular belief to sustain that “carnal” temptation has nothing to do with religion. Maria gave birth but she never experienced temptation and of course there were no such fact. Maria with a man? NO… of course NO.

Neither the  Orthodox nor the Protestant  Church share this Catholic believe. And that is one of the beauties of this feast.

I believe in God, (in my way), and I am from point of view that Jesus Christ was an amazing chap… a revolutionary at the time. But there is big gap from that starting point to belief that Maria gave birth to Jesus Christ because an Angel touched her. No temptation.

Either you share this belief or not… enjoy the feast and remember that Maria Inmaculada is one of the most authentic and welcome religious festivities in Spain. Congratulations to all Inmaculada and Concepcion.

About the author:
Daniel Talavera is a Spanish journalist with experience as a business developer and investor in the property market, who regularly reviews the continually changing Spanish property scene to evaluate emerging opportunities. He manages www.thespanishbrick.com

What the Spanish General Election Means for Expats in the Country

So Rajoy has won, sort of, by default. It has been presented as a crushing victory for the Conservative PP in Spain but if we look behind the veneer of an absolute majority in Parliament there are a few things that we notice.

Firstly, the Party that increased its vote by most was the UPD by over 800000.

Secondly, that the PP only increased their vote by just 500000 people compared with their woeful showing in the last elections won by Mr Bean!

Thirdly, there is a new force in place in the Basque Country made up of nationalists and ex ETA members or supporters.

Fourthly, there is a huge fragmentation of the vote but it really makes no difference as the system only rewards the two main parties and the nationalist parties whose vote is concentrated into specific regions.

Finally the PSOE was wiped off the political map and made to start looking for its identity again after becoming a soft version of the PP for the last three years as it responded to the crisis by cutting, cutting and cutting some more.

So what does it mean for expats in Spain?

The first thing to notice is that you shouldn’t expect the job situation to get any better. At all. For a very long time. If you thought that the cuts imposed by the PSOE were bad wait until you see what will happen now. The PP have kept their plans very quiet until now because their method to win the election was to not say anything all campaign.

Don’t expect any new ideas in the entrepreneurial area. What Spain should be doing is encouraging people to set up their own business and avoid all of the implicit costs involved in setting up a business in Spain. If you want to set up your own business in Spain it will cost you at least 450 euros the first month if you don’t need premises but if you do then there is not much change out of a thousand with even small premises.

The first two years of any business is crucial as you shouldn’t expect to make a lot of money straight up. You should always give it a couple of years before decent profits come in even in good times. However, in Spain, you may have to budget for an extra 24k compared with what you would in any other country. (The average wage in Spain, median not mean, is around 1000 euros per month so just do the maths on that)

In the UK it costs 120 quid to be self employed… per year.

In Holland it is 240 Euros… a year.

In Spain it is at least 230 Euros… A month.

So what do people do? They set up businesses in the black and once they are earning enough they “may” go legal.

This isn’t a way to run an economy.

What else should we expect as expats?

More protests on the streets as seen in Italy, Greece and even some of the Arab countries. The reason is that it is the young who have stimulated the revolts there and here in Spain it is the young who are paying for the mistakes of the previous generation with their over reliance on credit, love of BMWs and Mercedes and excess mortgages on houses that were massively overvalued in 2007.

The good thing is the young in Spain are still protected by their extended family ties and the quite extended nature of the black economy. This may just save the worst of the situation.

So what do you need to do?

Make sure that you have various streams of income if you can because one may be cut off.

Get yourself into the areas that are less likely to be affected. There is a big concentration on languages of course because the young want to work and need to find work elsewhere. Teaching English, or even German to engineers and especially interview preparation is important.

The international schools, at least in Valencia are overflowing currently so as there is always a throughput of teachers then it might be a time to study and do a PGCE. If the worst comes to the worst the qualification can be taken around the World with you.

Get online and look for opportunities, not get rich quick schemes but opportunities. The biggest growing part of the Spanish economy is online. It doubled in size last year and should do the same this year.

For tips about this, the “Laptop Entrepreneur” will be out this week.

About the author, Graham Hunt:

“I am someone who never wanted to work for somebody else and decided from a young age that I wanted to live in Spain. Lifestyle Design from an early age if you like. So what do I do. I run my own businesses and live in Spain. Simple!”

Graham’s other websites include Valencia Property   and  Entrepreneur Solo . Follow him on twitter @grahunt .

Look Who´s Legal … Your Stories

As a general rule, Spanish people love paperwork and jumping through hoops, so I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that after seven months of filling out forms and hoop jumping that I was required to fly back to the consulate in Chicago in order to retrieve my family’s visas.  What made it somewhat more frustrating, however, was that our visas, essentially fancy stickers, were mailed to Chicago from a building that I can practically see from our apartment.

I cheerfully booked myself a three-day trip to the states with the understanding that I would be returning with the fancy stickers – or not.  It was entirely possible that I would fly 5,000 miles only to find that I was missing some form or a signature from some guy back in Spain.  You never know, but I had hope.  So after a nice long trans-Atlantic flight, followed by craft beers and pork sandwiches in an effort to stay awake, I slept like the dead and awoke with just enough time to head to the consulate.

This was not my first trip to the rodeo.  The Chicago Spanish consulate is on the 15th floor of a downtown high rise, and at any given moment it is filled with a couple of dozen people (mostly students) staring at each other and wondering whose turn it is.  The room is small, about the size of a large American living room.  There is a wall of windows that overlooks Michigan Avenue and in the back of the room sits around 10 chairs, which no one sits in because they are either too polite or too afraid to lose their place in a line that doesn’t even exist. There is a complicated online appointment system, but some people just show up, and the result is pure and total bureaucratic chaos, if that is even possible. It is a room thick with the excitement of travel and the despair of helplessness. During our first visit there I stood in front of a bulletproof window for three hours and passed four pounds of paper back and forth under the glass only to be told that one of our forms needed to be worded slightly differently.

This time I was determined to make it quick.  I drove downtown, paid 22 dollars to park and walked down a sidewalk that seemed way too cold for October. I arrived half frozen, walked in, took a look around the room at 30 or so lost souls and felt strangely nostalgic, but then quickly lost that sensation, walked up to a window that someone was already standing at, shoved my stack of passports under the glass and said (in Spanish), “just picking up.”  (Incidentally, the speaking Spanish part is important.  The simple fact of knowing the language has saved us days, if not weeks of time.  Spanish speakers ALWAYS get helped first.)  The clerk at the window asked me a couple of questions, and twenty minutes later I was walking out the door with four brand new fancy stickers.  Everyone in that room officially hated me.

Finally, we were legal – A family of four Americans who had permission to work and reside in Spain – at least for the next 365 days. I was so goddamn proud of myself that I wanted to scream, or do jumping jacks, or punch some random person in the face, but instead I celebrated this achievement in the most American way I could think of– I got into my rented SUV, drove to the nearest Burger King, ordered a double whopper with cheese meal and ate it with one-handed while driving 85 MPH on the interstate.  And let me tell you, that whopper tasted good.  It was still hot and steamy, and it practically tasted like America.  Whopper sauce ran down my hand like the stripes from the flag, and I washed the whole thing down with a big cup of high fructose corn syrup.  It was absolutely beautiful.

As I watched my country fly by between light poles I felt at ease for the first time in a while, and although I knew that there would be even more paperwork waiting for me at home, my new home, I let myself enjoy this one.  With the hand that wasn’t busy holding a whopper I turned on the radio.  I tried to sing along with some shitty song – I think it probably included the word “tonight” or “we gunna,” but that only narrows it down to about half of the songs, so mostly I mumbled the words and moved my head around in a way that must have made me look like a chicken.

In that moment I forgot about all of the problems that we have in America.  I forgot about our broken political system and staggering unemployment.  I forgot about that lady in Florida who killed her kid (or didn’t), and the other parents who will do the same thing this year but not have their trial broadcast on television. I forgot about all the bad and focused on the good.  In that moment, the good was a double whopper with cheese, but it could have been anything.

When it comes down to it, I like being American; it’s just that right now I am American from a distance.

About the author:

Aric Visser is an American who lives with his family in Zaragoza, Spain, where he works part time as a teacher and full time as an Expat Househusband.  He created his blog, www.expathousehusband.com, to chronicle the process of selling all of his families possessions, quitting his job, and dedicating his life to the “domestic sciences.”   @aricvisser  https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-adventures-of-an-expat-house-husband/163136833742974

Halloween Travels … Your Stories!

No matter what country you celebrate Halloween in, for the last few years it has come to mean little more than collecting as much chocolate and goodies as you can carry. Nowadays kids are less interested in the tricks and more intent on the treats. You would be wise to prepare for the onslaught and arm yourself with sweets in anticipation of the swarm of witchlets and superheroes aiming to beat down your front door on Monday evening.

How times have changed. Trick or Treating wasn’t as popular when I was younger, it was somewhat regarded as an American custom that we didn’t share, probably our parents were worried we would get into trouble egging the neighbours’ houses. Still I remember the one occasion that we did dress up, albeit in white sheets and black bin liners and ate toffee apples, with our noses stuck in the washing up bowl trying to grab a slippery bobbing apple. In recent times the commercialism of it all has become hard to ignore. You can’t miss the array of fancy dress outfits on display and ghoulish candy bars haunting your local supermarket at the moment. Having lived in a few different countries, it is always fascinating to watch people at play at Halloween.

The award for determination and spirit has to go to those brave Canadian kids, venturing out in minus 20 to get their hands on some sweets. A friend told me of the many times they were forced to wear their snowsuits underneath their costumes to protect themselves from the wind chill.  And it’s not just an evening event, I once saw a woman in full cow costume, complete with udders, travelling into work.  Employees are encouraged to wear fancy dress, bringing in home-baked cakes and cookies to share with their co-workers. Not surprisingly costume parties are practically compulsory with competition for the best outfit being high on the agenda. Most people would really go to town when decorating their houses, inside and out, and figures suggest that they spend more on candy at Halloween than they do at Christmas.

But it didn’t start in North America, tracing it back to its beginnings, the Celts have been celebrating Samhain (pronounced sow-ann) since the 10th century. Samhain roughly translates as ‘end of summer’ and was more about celebrating the harvest than anything to do with ghosts and ghouls.

The connection with the dead seems to have come much later probably from the two days that follow Halloween, All Saints Day (or All Hallows) on 1st November and All Souls Days on the 2nd when we commemorate those who have died. In Mexico they celebrate The Day of the Dead at this time, a national holiday when you visit your family graves, to picnic and talk about the dead in case they are listening.

In Ireland it is traditional to eat Barmbrack Cake at Halloween, a fruit loaf that contains symbolic items, a coin, a ring and a rag, which represent wealth, marriage and poverty. Today your shop bought barmbrack would be more likely to contain just a ring.  Colcannon is another dish associated with Halloween; typically it is mashed potato with kale and is especially popular around this time, probably because kale is in season.

Another custom from the far West of Ireland is ‘stumping’, when children create havoc and mayhem by running riot, throwing turnips and eggs at houses just for the devilment!

Carving pumpkins may also be an Irish invention, have you heard the story of Jack who, when denied entry to heaven for liaising with the devil, was condemned to wander the earth with a burning coal stuck in a turnip for light. People started placing lighted turnips in their windows to keep him away and when Irish emigrants moved to America they switched to the more easily carved American pumpkin instead.

Other foods connected to Halloween, which date back to middle ages England, when small round cakes called soul cakes, made from dried fruit and spices, were given to kids who called round singing and saying prayers for the dead. Each cake represented a soul being released from purgatory.

You might be surprised to hear that Trick or Treating did not originate in America, while the US have made it popular today, they did not come up with the idea. In the sixteenth century in England people would go wassailing at Christmas, calling to houses to sing or recite poetry, in return for a bite to eat or a few coins, similar to our modern day carol singers.

Dressing up or ‘guising’ has its roots in nineteenth century Scotland, when children would call around to houses to receive gifts of food, apples or nuts, singing songs in exchange. So trick or treating has been around for many years in some form or other.

Happy Halloween!


Louise Mee lives in Ireland but fell in love with Spain many years ago and tries to visit whenever possible. When not reading about Spain or planning her next trip there, she works in marketing.  She has also written for Culture Spain and is currently working on a blog. You can follow her on twitter @louisemee.


Carving my Own Niche in Spain … Your stories!

I will always remember the first time I set eyes on Malaga airport.  I landed age 16, for my first holiday in Spain, and the marble façade was turning a warm shade of pink in the evening sun.  I had an overwhelming feeling that I would definitely be back here to live.  That holiday is what prompted me to study Tourism, with dreams of being an Overseas Manager for a big Tour Operator.  The reality was a little different!  Tourism degree in hand, I promptly jumped on a bus and headed for my new home, a 6 berth canvas tent on the Costa Brava!

I stuck to my guns though, working my way up to “Resort Manager”  (well, 78 dilapidated caravans and an apartment block!) before landing a position with Virgin Sun and finally being placed on the Costa del Sol.  I was thrilled because Andalucia was to me the “real” Spain, and as a bonus I was working for one of the leading figures in the Travel industry.

Sadly, Sir Richard Branson hung up his Virgin Sun hat after 3 short years, but during that time I learned the real meaning of customer service and value.  I continued my path within Tour Operating, and leaving the repping behind I eventually landed in Quality Management and became responsible for Health and Safety across the Spanish Mainland.  Ok, for anyone yawning now, I can tell you, that advising the Manager of such amazing properties as the 5* Villa Padierna or the Gran Hotel Bobadilla where to put their safety signage is something of a coup (at least until their “decorator” politely advised me that signage was not “in keeping” with his wallpaper!)

As well as my challenging responsibilities, my work was taking me all over Spain visiting some beautiful holiday properties and private villas, and in general I loved it.  However there was always something missing, and the bigger the companies got, the more disconnected I felt with what I loved about working in Spain – being able to share my passion for the latest feria or that unknown family gem of a day out, directly with the visitors, and really making someone’s stay.  There was also the constant threat of redundancy and it seemed that the path to success in Spain was by creating your own future, not relying on a company to pay your way.

I began dreaming of creating my own business from what I loved to do, carving out my own niche as it were.  Joining a small family company like *Tots to travel seemed the perfect starting place.  After 6 years they have become industry leaders in providing genuinely child friendly holiday properties, and their passion for going the extra mile perfectly mirrored my own ethos.  What´s more, I can take the best bits of all my knowledge and experience, and help holiday property owners to provide truly fantastic holidays for their guests in one of the best places for family holidays in Europe.  I am constantly feeding my thirst for learning and sharing my love of this region, and I am finally getting back to why I chose this place to be my home all those years ago.

If any holiday property owners are feeling daunted by next year’s empty calendar then working in the family niche market can really help their business. They can get news and tips, as well as a copy of our free book, by visiting my blog HERE .

*About Tots to Travel
Multi-award winning Tots to Travel (www.totstotravel.co.uk) gives parents with young children and babies peace of mind and a stress free family holiday experience – from start to finish.  Frustrated by the lack of safe, family friendly holiday accommodation, Wendy Shand, mum of three, set up this unique holiday lettings agency in April 2006, starting with the question “What really frustrates mums and dads when they are planning, booking and going on holiday?” and then seeking to find solutions.  The result?  A company that goes to extreme lengths to give families exactly what they want from their holiday.

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Driving the best car or having the right clothes is no longer important to Dave Bull (clearly) and here he explains why he’s dumped Ralph Lauren and SAAB in favour of Juan’s discount stall at the Sunday market and a scooter…

Just before I left the UK I felt I had it all. I drove a nice Range Rover, my wife (of the time) drove a SAAB convertible, my son had all the toys a seven year old can possibly need and we all proudly displayed the fashion labels on our clothes that declared that we were doing ok for ourselves thank you very much.

We had a nice detached house on which we’d spent a small fortune refurbishing with all the right stuff, the biggest TV available, nice rugs, every gadget possible in the kitchen (for me…) and that all important corner bath.

Looking back now I can laugh at how hard we all worked just to be able to buy the stuff that we thought we ‘needed’ or just desired because that would be seen as ‘cool’ and ‘successful.’

Why I was so concerned with fancy things I have no idea, perhaps I thought that if I had all these things people might respect me more? Or even like me more? Odd…but I think most Brits will relate to it and I soon realised after coming to Spain that anyone who respected me or liked me more because of the car I drove didn’t respect me anyway…so that had been a bleeding waste of time!

The point I’ve taken an awful long time to arrive at is that expats don’t care what car you drive, where you live or the fact that everything you are wearing came from the market because, if truth be told, they have probably got a wardrobe full of market bargains too! Living in Spain as an expat is a great leveller and is a community that welcomes all, whether they have a polo player on their shirt, or a wine stain…


This article was written by Dave Bull for MASA International who are experts in the sale of property in Spain

You can follow the adventures of Dave Bull in Spain by following @DavejBull on Twitter

Dave Bull has been living and working in Spain since 2000 and these days spends his time writing about  his experiences and observations on living life as an expat in Spain. Always from his own ‘different’ perspective, he publishes one of the most successful magazines on the Costa Blanca ( All Abroad!).

If you have really nothing better to do – have a read and a laugh about Dave’s experiences at the hands of the Spanish and revealing in his own unique style just what some of us expats get up to in Spain.

REMEMBER: If you would like to tell your story about living and or working in Spain, please Contact Us


Rome to Ronda … one step at a time!

Sharon Bird, (aka my mum!) speaks to Andy Cameron about his charity walk from Rome to Ronda.

This interview gets to the nitty gritty about how he plans to raise money and continue the project once the walk is over.



Guest Blog … A Trip to Annie B´s Spanish Kitchen

Sometimes, you need a little inspiration, sometimes you feel the need to explore and sometimes you just need a few days away,  Well I wanted all those things, don’t mean to sound greedy, but I suppose I’m perpetually greedy In many ways.

Having started my new Venture of La Rosilla, Lifestyle and food , in the early summer, I am constantly researching for recipes, new ideas and like minded people, in any way I can, be it through books and references, visiting restaurants and markets and trawling and contributing to social networking sites.

One day whilst ‘Tweeting”  I became ‘twiends’ with Family Life In Spain , so took a look at their excellent website, and blogs and all things Spanish for the Expat, during my perusal, there being advertised was Annie B’s Spanish Kitchen .  I knew there and then after clicking on her site, this is where I needed to go, for my Inspiration.

So after many friendly emails, to Annie, I booked rather guiltily , well As a Mum you think there is always something more important than yourself, to go on my Foodie adventure.

I had a glorious sunny journey from the Campo of the Malaga mountains, along the coastline of the Costa del Sol, and into the stunning scenery change of the province of Cadiz.  Stopping en route at Gibraltar for the obligatory grocery fill.

Reaching my destination of Vejer de la Frontera looming above me, on its perch overlooking the sea and foreign lands of Africa.  The most stunning town, with cobbled streets, and traditional Andalucian Patio town houses. Many bars and restaurants all tastefully renovated and offering local dishes and tipples for even the most discerning palate.

I was met by Annie and led to her beautiful home and her superbly set up Spanish Kitchen, and immediately met fellow students graving on lunch they had prepared in the Andaluz patio, and was offered a chilled Rose, and excellent conversation, to really whet my appetite for things to come.

Our evening started on a Tapas crawl, through the traditional town, stopping off in many bars, to sample, Jamon and Queso, with a chilled manzanilla, then Tostados and Boquerones, to name a few.  The little town was vibrant and lively with a buzz of good living.

My second day, was “Fruits if the Sea’, we headed coastal to the Market town of Barbate, to the amazing fish market.  With fresh catches everyday, a hub bub of activity and bustle.  Full of life, and vitality, here we bought Seabass and Bream, Anchovies and Prawns, along with fresh vegetables, herbs and fruits,  sampling as we went, and learning also some of the more unusual campo delights.

Back to the kitchen,and cup of hot frothy coffee, before our lessons commenced.  Annie expertly guided our small group through the dishes we were to cook and handed out our recipes for us to follow, it was very hands on, which is the best way to learn.

Salt baked fish, hand cured anchovies, Prawns with dipping sauce delicious, a little taster of fried Boquerones to keep us going and a soupcon of sherry, just in case !  We prepared Ajoblanco and a scrummy Tart with marinated dried fruits.

All this was hungry work, but time whizzed by, I could have stayed forever, and our late lunch was upon us.  The sun put his hat on once more, and we were able to enjoy our lunch Al Fresco even in late November.

I met some amazing people, from Dubai, New Zealand, Scotland and USA all with one common interest. We chatted, we laughed, we  ate and we drank together.

I felt rejuvenated, and inspired, to put into practise and share my love and knowledge with my clients at La Rosilla.

One thing is for sure, on my Eat, Love, Pray adventure, Annie B´s is the place for me.

So to all, Eat, Drink and be Merry,

Lynsey Drake.

About Spanish School Education (Your comments)

On moving to Spain 6 years ago, the one thing my husband and I were determined on, was that our children would have a Spanish School education, this was for a few reasons.

  1. We were moving to Spain, to embrace the whole culture,and provide our children with an insight in another way of life .
  2. Moving to the rural campo of the Montes de Malaga, travelling to and from the Costa was not viable.
  3. Spanish state education is free, for European citizens, thus not adding another financial worry to us on our road to a new life.

With 3 children starting school, our first insight was to “Colegio Publico Rural” a tiny old chapel, with just 2 classes, and a total of 12 children. It was a perfect soft start, an ideal platform for them to get the grasp of the language, within a very small community. Some of the delights and freedom the children had were wonderful, and have created warm memories for them and us, like when the local Baker would drive past once a week, toot his horn and shout “Chuches” all the children would run out, and collect their booty, and like in P.E lessons, when an old Tyre would be thrown, or the nearest mountain covered in olives trees would be climbed, and in Science the local river well “trickle” would be explored for bugs, and turtles … All very Swallows and Amazons but all very true.

As they grew older, it was perhaps now the time, to get more structure in the education so we transferred them to the local town of Colmenar for their Schooling still all 3 children (aged 7,12,14) all under one roof, transport to and from provided.

I think the main issue as parents we all do, but must try not to do is compare U.K and Spanish schooling systems, here there is a strict curriculum they must follow, with little flexibility and creativity, but school finishes early so family life, and encouragement from parents to explore other activities is a must.

Continous monitoring throughout each term, provides parents with a constant update of their childrens progress, good or bad. If children s progress is not sufficient they must repeat their year, sounds harsh but there is no stigma attached, and it makes sure all students are at a certain level of understanding, it also encourages children to work hard to succeed.

Sometimes, we find communication is limited, but more often than not this is because the children haven’t passed on the message correctly, and we must not forget that we are in Spain, and often things are all done at the last minute, thats just the way it is, but perhaps one of the lessons we find hardest to learn.

It often amazes me when the children come home and say “I have to have a new book for tomorrow” or ‘we are going on a school trip on Friday and I need 15 euros’ I’m often herad to say ” Do they know we live miles from town,” or “do they know we are in the middle of a crisis” but its just one of those things we come to deal with.

There are always pros and cons, in any situation, I like to focus on the benefits and for us as a family they are ;

  • 3 Children bilingual.
  • 3 Children part of a local community.
  • 3 Children who are still children.

Also free Laptops provided by Junta de Andalucia for Homework & School study. Now that’s good !

Look forward to your updates my website www.larosilla.com

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