Life in Cartagena

I'm aware that I'm not posting very often. I know this is not a good way to maintain faithful readers. With nothing much to report I have been tempted to start commenting on the things that are happening in Spain rather than the things that are happening to me, to us. Not quite yet though. So, we've been back in Cartagena for a week now. Some observations. True to tradition summer, that's summer proper, ended promptly on 1 September. Temperatures plummeted all over Spain but we added to our personal autumnal descent by moving from Culebrón to here. Cartagena has a microclimate, the locals, the Cartageneros, say that it never gets too hot in summer nor too cold in winter. They quietly forget to mention that the town is incredibly sticky. A wet heat that has one dripping in sweat after a five minute walk. So we lost 10ºC on the daytime highs but gained self moistening clothes. Nothing to complain about really though with sunny days and daytime temperatures of around 2...

I got up at 5.30am, I am dripping in sweat, the connection is running very slowly and Windows is determined to install yet another Service Pack but, nonetheless, I wanted to register the fact that we were here. Maggie is at her new school working. At 8.45 on the first day of term, unlike in Ciudad Rodrigo, there were other staff members kicking around. The caretaker greeted Maggie with a cheery Good Morning! (in English), introduced himself and said "You'll want to see the Head then?" I came on to the flat and unpacked the stuff to the flat. It's a good job we haven't brought much as there is hardly any storage space - no shelves, cupboards etc. Now to go out and buy all those basic household items from salt and dishcloths to tea and rubbish bins. More sweating I suppose.