We arrange to … ðŸŒ

We arranged to meet with Steve & Helen (S&H) on Saturday morning. We are housesitting for them during the first 2 weeks of May at their home in Ambolo. It is just a 10 minute drive from Dave & Fi, almost the length of the Ctra. Del Cabo De La Nao, turning off before reaching the “Head” and the Mediterranean. We hadn’t been up there before and were surprised by the traffic coming down the hill. I thought it was quite rural, but in fact the opposite and well populated. When we reached the top of Ambolo it was easy to see why. The views were sensational.

Because the houses are built into the side of the hill it reminded me very much of Wellington in New Zealand. The houses are difficult to see from the roadside, usually just a wall and a large gate as the roof level does not rise up over the wall height and you walk down to the villa. In this case a car port full of stuff from bikes to building materials. Thats fine. S&H warned us that they are in the process of renovating and part of that is building a swimming pool that is basically being latched on to the side of the house, but on the lower level of the property.

We are greeted by the 2 black Labrador’s, Mini and Barkley, a couple of softies! Sadly, Becca, the Boxer-Cross was put to rest only the day before. She was getting on in years and not well. We could tell that Helen was holding up as best she could, but obviously very distressed. Over coffee we had a good catch up and learned about Helens charity work. Steve is an avid golfer and very interested in Change Management. I’ll tell you more when we move in this week, but for now … the house is lovely, very cozy. There is still a lot of work to do, but their ideas and artistic touches are fantastic. The view from the balcony across to Playa La Grandella is just amazing. On the other side of the peninsular is the beach reached via the Calle de Richard Wagner … there is also a nudist beach there. Unfortunately to reach the main beach by road you have to double back on yourself and it takes 25 minutes although it is directly opposite the house. Hopefully when we do our discovery we can find a secret path down the cliff.

In October we are Housesitting for Trinity in Comares, Andalucia. We touched base via email and she has loaded the Welcome Guide for us to view online so all good there.

In the evening we went to the Bull running in the Javea old town. It is part of the Fiesta in honour of Jesus Nazareno. The Pl.del Convent and Ronda de Colon are lined with cages for spectators to safely watch the bulls. You can stand in the cage or climb on top through an internal ladder. Children on the top are eating nuts and the shells fall though the gaps in the make-shift flooring onto our heads.

There is an atmosphere of anticipation and the crowds grow. Many people are loitering outside the cage in the Square and I wonder if this is so dangerous after all, or are they going to sacrifice themselves? A cracker fires up and 5 hefty bulls charge through the Square. It is a small circuit and they return quickly. People, mostly young guns with 3 brain cells torment the bulls as they approach or pass. This goes on for some time and we quickly get bored. Apparantly this is the warm up … to what we don’t know, but an English speaking lady advises that they will now let the bulls into the square one by one. She is correct. A healthy activated bull enters the square and charges around. It is contuinually tormented by the young men and it is at this stage that we start to loose interest. The idea is to torment the bull so much that it becomes frustrated and angry, charging faster and harder all the while endangering itself. Its naughty to think it, but you want the poor beast to stick one of its horns where the light doesn’t shine and perhaps teach the young gun a lesson. But we are in Spain and in this part of the country this is what they do. We are guests, but there is a growing distaste for this among the Spaniards themselves hence many of the Bull Rings are now historical buildings or as in Barcelona, turned into shopping malls.

We retire from the scene and let Sarah have her first experience of Scallops, probably the best value meals in Javea. The waiters seem a bit miserable tonight. Hard to get a smile. Perhaps the chef is giving them a hard time?

At about 2:00am an alarm goes off. It seems to be coming from a suitcase in the indoor balcony that is used for storage. I fumble for the mini torch on the bedside cabinet and investigate. It is loud, but not a siren, although it does seem to be coming from the alarm box that is located on the external corner of the house. I go downstairs and the alarm can hardly be heard so I’m guessing Dave and Fi haven’t been woken. I look at the electric box and something has definitely been tripped, but the alarm panel doesn’t register any message. Rather than make things worse I decide to arouse the Glanville’s, but just as I approach their bedroom door it flies open and Dave appears in his dressing gown. He still didn’t hear the alarm, just couldn’t sleep and so got up. It is the usual problem with the electrics, fortunately this time the alarm sound is a loud warning beep rather than the ear pearcing alarm. Back to bed!

Until next time 🌏

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