We have been here in San José for a week now although it doesn't seem like it. It's taken me a long while to recover from the journey, longer than I would have expected. I suppose it's inevitable given the worrying acceleration of my degenerative problems and nerve damage over the last couple of years.
The house we're staying in is a real home. Last year, the place in Rodalquilar, although lovely, felt much more like a rental property. It's true it is a little strange being in someone else's home, with their family photos and personal possessions around us, but it feels welcoming, and it's so easy to get to the sea, to the shops, and anywhere else without any difficulty. Given that San José is built up the hillsides surrounding the bay, this is a real boon.
I have a space where I can work, with a terrace on either side giving me views of the hills and the Eucalyptus trees that surround the house - their smell is wonderful.
We had a couple of minor teething problems when we arrived, such as the fridge not working, and the house being terribly cold as it hadn't been heated for some time. L & L, our kind and generous landlords, sorted everything out - even driving all the way from Granada to buy a new fridge!
San José has that special atmosphere of an out-of-season seaside town. Today, being Sunday, the market was set up in the Rambla and we bought our week's vegetables and fruit, also an impressive Poinsetta to decorate the house for Christmas. My sister will be visiting us for the holiday, so S is battling with the old and uncooperative vacuum cleaner and swearing and cursing in a manner that would make a sailor blush - even a seasoned fisherman from the Cabo!
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