Spain has really made a mark in my life, it is a very important place to me and the people inside it who make it great. It's not just a holiday destination, it's a place where you can easily bring your family up in a nice environment, it gives you a chance to learn one of the most spoken languages around the world... Once you learn the language, you can live a life with some really good people from all walks of life. Good food, history, culture... They have it all and I have had the chance to inherit something a lot of people would like to have.
Sax, the place I call and proud to call home, a little town in the Alicante province, South of Valencia, South East of Madrid, North of Malaga. This little town is a town where everyone knows everyone; a town where everyone knows everything... But it's calm, it has everything and it's enough.
When we first moved to Sax, we moved straight into the country side, the house was small at the time, we had a few neighbours (Not too many, it was just right) but they were as good as gold and they still are. I met my first friend there who was also a neighbour, Vicente, we played and spoke for hours every day and I got to meet his family and they took care of me and of us when we needed information or some help in any way, All the neighbours are so good to us we don't know what we would have done without them sometimes. Electricity was limited in the house (As we were powered by a Lorry battery... I kid you not) we couldn't switch on more than 2 lights at a time in the whole house otherwise you would have a lovely alarm that would go off just to let you know exactly that. It was a small 2 bedroom house to start off with, 1 narrow kitchen, a small inside and outside bathroom, lounge/Dining room, swimming pool, garage and loooooooooooads of land, and on the land we had our fruit trees and the amazing views of the mountain side and neighboring houses. Nothing but peace and quiet... it was the best, I loved it, our dogs loved it... I don't know what more I could have asked for.
The first few months living there were a little difficult without the basics, more than anything else, the electricity, we lived on a generator to power almost everything like the washing machine, the cement mixer and other building tools as at the same time we were making necessary changes to the house as the lorry battery couldn't do well... anything except lights. Eventually we did get it (After months of getting permissions) Then more or less everything was running smoothly.
Mum put us in a local primary school, Cristobal Colon, it was a nice school, it was basic and wasn't much different from La Nucia school... The first couple of months were a little hard for me as I had to get used to everyone speaking the one dialect, my words came out in all the other dialects and I did get picked on a little but not enough to get me down. My brother was only there for a year then he moved on to the high school around the corner, I was there for 3 years, the first day was quite funny, we had to line up to the proper class that we were assigned (Which should have been year 4), Of course, no one told me what class I was supposed to go into, so someone just dragged me into a line and I went along with it... only to find that I got put into a line for the year below me #fml .
Aaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, they pointed me in the right direction and I got through primary school no problems, I got good marks, I was well behaved, (I actually cried when I had a change of teachers... That's how much I loved my school) And I made it to high school. Here I met some close friends, old friends, past friends... But that will wait for the next part. Part 2 of the Mid years will get to know the people I call Family and have been by my side all the way!
Mum put us in a local primary school, Cristobal Colon, it was a nice school, it was basic and wasn't much different from La Nucia school... The first couple of months were a little hard for me as I had to get used to everyone speaking the one dialect, my words came out in all the other dialects and I did get picked on a little but not enough to get me down. My brother was only there for a year then he moved on to the high school around the corner, I was there for 3 years, the first day was quite funny, we had to line up to the proper class that we were assigned (Which should have been year 4), Of course, no one told me what class I was supposed to go into, so someone just dragged me into a line and I went along with it... only to find that I got put into a line for the year below me #fml .
Aaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, they pointed me in the right direction and I got through primary school no problems, I got good marks, I was well behaved, (I actually cried when I had a change of teachers... That's how much I loved my school) And I made it to high school. Here I met some close friends, old friends, past friends... But that will wait for the next part. Part 2 of the Mid years will get to know the people I call Family and have been by my side all the way!
