The Joy Of Television!

It has been nearly three months since I took the lease on my apartment, and I have at last got a lovely television in my place! Hurrah! We have even managed to link it up to the satellite dish already provided on the terrace, and hey presto, English television! I no longer have a silence when I wake up in the morning, as I have something to listen to in the background. Even though I love the sounds of the birds when I wake up, it is still nice to have a familiar voice to listen to occasionally.

This isn't my television, but you get the gist!!

Out comes the remote to watch old favourites like Minder, The Professionals and Wheel of Fortune!!

It isn't long though before I realise that I miss hearing Spanish being spoken and I get ready and go down the Panaderia to mix with the locals. I am getting the best of both worlds!

I Was Hit By A Toy Plane!

I had a lovely week away recently at my apartment in La Union, including discovering new places around the marina in Cartagena, one of which was a place called Valor Restaurant near to the Town Hall and marina. It looks like lots of people come off the cruise ships and gravitate to this place, and I don't blame them! Churros, chocolate and coffee to die for!

I also found more wonderful places around the marina. I tend to come into Cartagena most days on the bus or train for a few hours out of the apartment and to people watch.

As the wonderful weather continued, I also went out to lunch on Sunday with friends, Sandy, Dianne, Donna and Paul to Borsalino, a wonderful French restaurant right on the beach in La Manga. We caught the Number 20 bus from La Union, for the princely sum of two euros, and fifty minutes later we were sat at our table enjoying a feast of lovely food and fine wine. If you look at the picture below, you will see how close to the beach we were. I was sat there enjoying a sip of wine, when all of a sudden a large, plastic plane came flying towards me, hitting me in the face! A small boy had thrown it to his friend, and the wind must have sent it flying over the wall towards our table! Wine glasses were smashed, my face was slightly bruised, and the poor boy's father came over and insisted the little boy said "lo siento" to apologise to me. Poor boy!

I love it here!

Next time - the joys of now having a television!