As someone of Spanish origin born and raised in London I always asked my mother why she left 1960s Spain she would explain in some detail how as a young woman she fell in love with 1960s London and never looked back. I was intrigued and in a way I am reversing her story..I married a Spaniard and now ( after some time living in my birth place London) I was looking forward to re discover my roots. My Goddess how difficult it has been to settle here...this being despite the fact we are of Spanish origin have no language barrier eat the same food, know ( we thought) the culture. The services are just down right poor from Amazon through to the local council services. No one seems to known or care what they are doing or maybe they do and just intentionally avoid the work..who knows ? Our experiences have been consistently below standard despite paying and being organised. I know its August but life goes on . At least we are alive and most importantly I am going to thank my elderly mum for making that decision 60 odd years ago. As she settles down to maintaining her lovely English garden in London knowing that her twist and shout party days may well be over I am sure she giggles at the thought knowing that ours ( without the Beetles music) are alive and kicking in Spain.
Viva España!