We are starting to get sorted, or should I say more sorted. I load the VOIP and VPN on the new laptop which are basic requirements for virtual/remote working, especially for the corporate clients
Victoria from Golden Leaves rings with good news that Sarah’s right hip will not be an exclusion on the health insurance so now we can continue the process.
The builders finish the door at last … well … fitting it into the gap. There is still the cementing and plastering etc.
Sarah calls into the Senija Town Hall and this time it is open. Through body language, expression, pointing and pure desperation she is able to get the sweet lady to understand and print a new bill. I again walk into town to meet Sarah at CaixaBank on the corner of Calle La Haya and Ctra. Cabo La Nao-Pla in Javea to pay the bill. She is on the phone to Lexi so I take the paperwork and go into the bank. Only one of the 2 desks is open and customers are seated. It looks like a doctors waiting room. I look and ask if this is the queue, hoping someone will understand. An english girl responds yes and explains who is in the pecking order. It takes ages before it is my turn. This is Spain and I’m not in a rush … just as well. The spanish seem to be very patient … that is until they get in anything with rubber wheels and an engine!
We go to Golden Leaves to sign the health insurance papers, but as we are learning little is straightforwrd. Salus will not release the papers to sign until we have paid. A bank transfer could take 2-3 days. After a brief discussion we agree to go to our bank, Bankinter and transfer the cash directly into the Salus account. This seems to do the trick and after a pitstop at Cafe Romantica, just behind Av. De Paris, we return to Golden Leaves and finally come away with a carrier bag that has our papers, temporary membership cards, a calendar, two pens and certificates that we can use as part of a Residencia application. I looked over my shoulder for Bruce Forsyth waiting for him to say “Didn’t they do well!”
Later, back at “Calle Davis”, Chris the builder boss, who is english, but speaks good spanish, turns up at the door and Sarah tells him exactly what she thinks of his workmen and the mess they have made. Seriously, there is dust everywhere. When you go downstairs you can feel it under your feet. Its a worthless task to clean at this stage as it will just come back tomorrow. In a way we lived with something similar for most of our time in Sydney city. The combination of traffic fumes and builders dust from all the apartment buildings going up made the windows and balconies very dirty. Chris apologises, but I sense it is shallow, a lets do it and apologise afterwards situation. It does not carry much weight … the damage is done.
On the way home we call into the supermarket Masymas. This is a first visist for me. We get a few groceries, but also can’t get past a product that I have not seen before … Fried Egg Flavoured Crisps! We have to try them and as soon as we get back to the car the packet is ripped open. They taste just like they should, amazing. I can attest that they are a lovely accompaniment to a bacon sandwich at lunch time!
Until next time 🌏