|The view of Maroma from my house of which I never tired.|
After two years of living in the campo of Sedella I have bade it farewell and moved to the coast. The move is only temporary (well I say that now) but it offers me more opportunities for work though I will have to swallow the higher living costs. Imagine my horror when I had to pay é4 for a glass of wine! I am resolved to stay in even more than I did before, which has its benefits. Clutching my bottle of red from Lidl I can be creative in the comfort of my home albeit surrounded by the noise of neighbours.
|The first day in Sedella|
|Sunset in Sedella campo|
Sedella is a lovely place to live for seclusion and being close to nature. I will miss the cry of the eagles as they glide over the valley. I will miss the vultures as they rise from the pen and circle into the sky. My traffic jams will no longer be a Berlingo van stuffed to the gunnels with sheep that winds slowly up the mountain roads, and road-blocks now come in the shape of the Guardia with guns rather than 50 goats and a wizened man with a stick and scrawny dog. The beautiful sunsets will have to be viewed over the rooftops rather than from my verendah through the bamboo, though I have promised myself to try and be high up in the campo behind Calahonda for at least some of them.
|Snow on Maroma|
|The boys waiting for their walk|
Still, it was with a heavy heart that I said goodbye to Sedella and the friends I made there. It was a wonderful two years during which I achieved my dream of writing and publishing not one, but two books.
Hasta Proxima, Sedella!