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We are Dave & Bev we run a property findind business from the Uk. We have been back and forth for the last 20 years and have a house in playa flamenca house by the pool.

Memories of Spain in the 1960's
30 December 2012 @ 21:06

Memories of Spain in the 1960's

2012

As a child I spent many happy times in Spain. I remember being fascinated by the way of life and culture which seemed so strange to the English back in those days. My favouri...te memories are seeing all the donkeys in the straw hats or sombreros hard at work. Donkey carts were as common a sight on the road as a car, but you saw them often working in the fields pulling ploughs, cart loads of veg or oranges, in fact anything that needed to be moved. Tractors were all old fashioned, many pre WW2, and blelched black fumes as they trundled down pot-holed roads and tracks. It never went without comment when we returned to the UK how smooth the roads were!

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Mary Burnett said:
30 December 2012 @ 23:26

I bet in those times there were no such things as Urb.and their silly rules and regulations. I wonder who invented them and if there will ever be a more updated rule book bringing it up to date with the crises and 2013. Back in the good old days, people rallied around those less fortunate and made homes for those who could not afford to pay their bills. I CAN remeber spain 45 years ago and it was quaint and beautiful and now I have moved back here as an adult and after 11 years I still love it and count myself to be very lucky to have some spanish friends who have made me feel very comfortable in settling into Spanish life, I just wish the language was easier as my memory is not what it used to be and I am only 58. HAPPY 2013 TO ALL.


cath5 said:
08 March 2016 @ 19:21


I remember, so well, Spain in the mid sixties.
If you were an English young lady during that time in Spain, you were treated as if you were the bell of the Ball.
I first went with my parents for the winter of 1964, when I came across families living in beach caves. Then in 1966 I returned for five months on an exchange visit.
Every day I would take the bus to Alicante then on to the beach at San Juan, where I met Germans, French and one American, but I still learnt the language!
Now my brother lives out there and I would so love to join him but my dear old ma is still alive.


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