Putting the blog to bed - bed number 200 - goodnight!

When we started blogging in 2009 it was just a news update for friends who did not have Facebook and wanted to check occaisionaly that all of us were still OK. As it happens there were long junks of time when we had no idea where Donald was but mostly we have travelled the world with quite a lot of ticks in the 1000 things to see before you die. However things have changed and there is nothing more I want to tick off. I dont want to see any more luggage or boarding passes. Eastwest was a good college but home is best. We started counting different beds each time we stopped on our travels and on coming back from Spain last week I had to sleep downstars as I was proper poorly. Enough is enough, Bed 200 ends the Blog. Thanks for reading and, no, I won't need to ask you any data protection questions cos this is it, all over, Goodnight and God Bless! XX

Ribadeo Adios.

Just back from saying goodbye to Ribadeo. A good week with lots of surprises and parties, we enjoyed my last ever night in a Parador, last visit to Lugo church who were very kind between annointing us with oil and showering us with gifts. The local church plant encouraged us and threw a secret bakering party on the Monday which blew me away. The final chat was on 50 ways to leave your lover and it turned out no one had ever heard the phrase Good Riddance before. Then finally a trip round the market to say goodbye to all the stallholders and finally my GP who I needed to see for anitibiotics to deal with a soft tissue infection in my back. Ribadeo never fails to surprise me with medical conditions previously unheard of. In true Spanish style it was 5 minutes on the matter in hand and then 15 minutes asking us for contacts to teach her daughter English. We have enchufe!!

Pallet-surprise

No he hasn't won a Pulitzer Prize but Les does get a prize for a very big flit and for tracking down our missing pallets which surprisingly were delivered to Wolverhampton.   (Sorry , we have no idea where that is!)  Anyway a man with a van arrived at silly o' clock with all our stuff, goods, chattels, worldly possesions call it what you will. Nothing broken except a chipped gin glass. We can highly reccommend having your stuff sent to you, wherever you are, as every box you open is filled with things you like or love. Maybe like when we were kids tidying we used to tip loads of toys and books in a box and pretend we had tidied up, hiding the box. Several months later we would look under the bed and enjoy finding it. This too has been worth the wait! PS if anybody drives past Wolverhampton and notices a draining rack and some orange mugs...