Future In Spain

Bye Bye Car

Yet another weird situation:

Dave’s just set off to handover the car, and one of our friends is going to bring him back here in theirs… We’ve never been without a car in this country so it feels kind of strange.

It’s a bit sad really, I couldn’t bring myself to go up to the car park and say “goodbye” to our faithful friend who’s taken us here there and everywhere. Instead, I’ve found myself reminiscing about some of the more appealing places and visits to see folks it’s taken us to. Tesco runs omitted.

There’s all sorts of occasions whirring round my head like……

Well no, tempted to make a written list of events as I am. It would probably bore you to death, besides there’s too many. So I’ll spare the details for both you, and me. I wonder if anyone’s ever done a chronicle about the life of a car…

Someone said this morning “Yeh, but it’s only a car, an inanimate object.” True, but it still doesn’t help with the sense of loss. (Grief even?) I think what makes it worse is the fact that nothing major has ever gone wrong with it, aside from the usual maintenance stuff. Oh and new tyres of the posh expensive kind. But that’s the best running a car can get. Never had a fender bender either. It’s looked after us, and we’ve looked after it… Aw…

Bright idea: When selling a car with a built in Sat Nav,, for security reasons make sure to delete all addresses from it. Done this morning…

What it’s like to live with a joker? Amidst the sound of cupboard doors and drawers being opened, I heard:

“Where the hell have I put my car keys???”

Oh – My – God. Never lost them before and now he’s about to drive it one last time they’ve gone AWOL?

“Gotcha!” He pulled them out of his jacket pocket and waved them in front of my nose… Just had chance to disembark the boat before I could pinch his ass.

Knowing our luck all too well, it would come as no surprise if a dickhead driver rammed into it on the way there…     

I’ve come to the conclusion it’ll be easier to say goodbye to the boat. Amidst the dead of night, under the cover of darkness, immediately headed for an airport and flying off into the sun, it takes away the sting. Even so, great memories will never fade.

Ironically, tomorrow we’ll be starting an engine of a different kind. The good ship has to be transferred to another mooring where boats for sale live. So there’ll be even more emotion saying goodbyes to friends on our pier who are the total opposite of “inanimate objects.” We’ve lived here on the same mooring for almost three years now…

Fortunately they’ll be able to come round to no doubt, last teary eyed goodbyes between us while the good ship is parked up close to the office. We’re even being spoilt with a night of fireworks and a meal. Well that’s good friends for ya… Will miss them loads, and they’d all be welcome to pop over to our Spanish Casa and party anytime. Well not all at once…! But maybe we could put a few mattresses on the drive, no need for bedding in summer…

The nerve wracking thing about the early hours of next Monday morning, is that due to the fact we have to hand all boat keys over to the broker on Sunday, (while the office is open). It means that once we close the doors at 3.30am, well that’s it, no going back inside if we remember something we’ve forgot…

Surreal…   

We are going to buy a car in Spain though, one of our friends there has a son who owns a garage. Dave’s driven hundreds of miles on the “wrong side” of the road in the USA. Big difference is they don’t have roundabouts. Whereas Spain does,and getting used to driving round one of those the “wrong way” may take some practice.

However, there’s a very pretty roundabout, just “roundabout” the corner from the road up to our casa. There’s all of about four cars per hour (tops) ever use it, so it would be a good place to practice…

I can drive a boat, but I can’t drive a car even though I’m an excellent co-pilot…

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