Re: Why ?
No problem Julie, I have nothing to hide, you may not like my reasons, but here they are.
First came Mr Clumsyīs health. He was a chronic asthma sufferer, along with associated chest infections. He was actually told by the doctor that if he didnīt get out of the British climate heīd be heading for an early grave.
Apart from Mr Clumsy I loathed the cold, wet weather, I truly suffered with SAD and was diagnosed with that, light boxes and various tablets did not help at all.
There were also other things that really made me think. One example, jobs advertised at my place of work, advertised internally first, but stating "only ethnics or disabled need apply". Okay, I didnīt want to apply for any of them, but I would hardly call it fair practice. It is the "norm" in local government though. No doubt other establishments too, but I wouldnīt know about that.
There are too many reasons to list here but the final event that spurred us, me in particular, into action was the very sudden terminal brain tumour that "hit" my closest friend, just a couple of hours after she had driven us 250 miles from Derbyshire to Kent. I wonīt go into detail but it was the worst 8 months of my life. During one of her lucid moments she said something to me that I will never forget as long as I live. Her words will stay with me forever, and very true words they were too.
"whatever you plan to do, do it now whilst you can. If you hadnīt ducked when you did that little arrow might have hit you instead of me".
Those words changed my life, and that is no lie. After her death I was totally distraught, I couldnīt even think logically. I know how it affected me, everyone knew. I was offered counselling at work, I refused because I knew what my problem was and I was the only one who could deal with it and work through it.
So that was it, a big leap into the unknown and off we went to Africa. We had of course visited there many times and knew quite a lot of people there, some in, what could be referred to as "high places". These particular people were very helpful in obtaining permits to enable me to do some voluntary work with certain things.
It was certainly an experience, living there and being on holiday there are so far apart you couldnīt begin to compare them. Living there is extremely hard and expensive, health is also a big issue. Mr Clumsyīs chest problems became non-existent, a huge plus, but he got malaria 3 times, a different strain each time. The doctors and hospitals there, (bearing in mind we had to use private) are so on the ball re diagnosing and treating malaria itīs amazing. Within 10 minutes the blood test and diagnosis are done, you are whizzed off to hospital and you donīt leave hospital until every "ring" of malaria is gone. The first specialist we saw told us that malaria does not recur if properly treated, it only recurs if you get bitten again by a malaria carrying mosquito.
We spent almost 3 years living there, but after a year I came over to Spain and bought a house here, which was always our intention to do so when we retired. I then went back to Africa.
Eventually we left Africa and moved over to Spain, that was fun, I couldnīt remember where the house was, long story. Anyway we got here, our two little Pomeranians arrived a couple of days after us, another long story, never trust BA. After the arrival of my two little dogs, safe and sound, then began the settling in process, the paperwork, which was not so easy at that time, these days for newcomers itīs a doddle.
Mr Clumsyīs health is good here, the odd occasion the asthma and chest infections have occurred heīs been treated immediately and successfully. We made many friends of here of different nationalities. We, personally, have always found the Spanish to be pleasant and as helpful as possible. The weather is mostly good, when it rains we know it will stop, the night can be very cold in winter, the days too sometimes. The summer can be too hot, but itīs okay, itīs better than being too cold.
Do we regret our moves? Definitely not. I was used to not seeing my son for long periods of time as he was in the Army. He said only someone as crazy as me would move to Africa, but he said "go for it mum, better to try than to regret not trying". Now here in Spain and heīs no longer in the Army, he did 12 years and came out after his leg was shattered and rebuilt, we get to see him two or three times a week via Skype, we can telephone any time, our calls within Europe are free (for now at least). My son, his wife and baby Jaxon will be here for two weeks in July. Other friends will also be visiting throughout the year, other more or less lifelong friends live just up the road from us. My other close friends from Norfolk moved to their place here permanently last week, which is great.
So there you are, there are other reasons too of course, but the above are the major ones.