Living In Mallorca

Relocating to Mallorca

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Missing Spain

Now that the drama of the past few years are over with I read with interest the posts left by an ex colleague who has relocated to Spain.

I don’t comment much because I can’t.

In honesty I miss Spain.  I miss the sun, I miss the laid back attitude, I miss all the things that drew me to it in the first place.

But I know that nothing would change if we returned.  Ok so my health problem has hopefully been resolved but the isolation that I felt in the four walls as my hubby was unable to venture out much would not correct itself.

I would still find myself as a foreigner and the willingness of fitting in would not happen unless I did it on my own.  Social butterflies we have never been and the disability my husband now has makes it even more so.

But I have to admit to myself that when I look at the photos or I go for a Google walk around then I know that part of myself still belongs there.

I believe I said once before that I felt split with one foot in each country.  Both countries in my heart and I know that whichever country I live in the other one will always tug at my heart strings.

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If I Could Go Back In Time

If I could go back in time would I still relocate to Spain?

Undoubtedly yes!

The thrill and excitement of making the pre-move arrangements. Searching online for the area that interests you. Looking online for estate agents or letting agents and working out your finances. Checking with international removal companies, storage firms, train, ferry or flight availability. Making, if possible, quick visits to set up your bank, accommodation and anything else that can be done in advance.

If you are anything like me then you will have spreadsheets and 'to do' lists everywhere!

But the most important part of relocating is the dream.

I had a dream and for a while I lived that dream. Perhaps you too have that dream?

While considering what to do with my blog now that I am in the U.K. I realised that it would be a shame to delete it or shelve it. Perhaps my experiences may be able to offer a little bit of help to anyone else that could be considering the big move. So I will attempt to organise this blog into pages to give further links and information that I found helpful. I hope they will be helpful to you.

Oh and if you like reading there are some of the books that I read and enjoyed before making my journey.

Finally, if there is anything that I don't cover which you want an answer to then just ask. If I can I will help and if I don't know the answer then I may well know a person who does!

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Why I Left The Island I love

The last post I made was in 2015 when I referred anyone interested to take a look at my original blog to see what had happened and why I returned to the UK.

I now feel up to writing here on my Living In Mallorca blog as to why I left the island that I love and the place that I had intended to call my forever home.  I felt it only fair to give an explanation here for if anyone had bothered to read my blog from start to finish they deserved to understand my change of heart.

In 2012, 2013 and about half of 2014 I loved my new life in Mallorca.  I had arranged everything to get us settled into the island we had loved since my first visit in 1987.  We had residencia, we had bought a house and everything else that goes along with relocating to another country.  Ok it hadn’t been easy arranging everything but it had finally been done and we were part and parcel of the island.  We had even given a home to a little Spanish rescue dog and after a brief visit to the UK in early 2013 I had returned happily to our island.

So what went wrong?

It has taken me all this time to try and understand why I had such an overwhelming need to return, as soon as I possibly could, to a country I had decided to leave.  In hindsight (such a wonderful thing) I can now finally understand.

Since leaving the island I had refused to face up to the reasoning as to why and told everyone that it was family that drew me back but that was only true up to a point.

Prior to leaving England in November 2012 I had all my usual health checks.  I was not too concerned as my final cervical smear test was clear as was breast screening.  I had gone through the menopause so didn’t think that there would be anything to concern me now.

While in Mallorca I had registered with a doctor and had (as my followers will know) needed to have a cataract operation.  The operation itself and the hospital and surgeon were brilliant.  However the dealings I had with my registered doctor to get the referral were not too good at all.

Now I admit it was up to me to speak Spanish and I had been learning it as much as I could but my vocabulary did not extend very well to hospital or medical terminology!

The doctor was not interested in even attempting to talk to me (luckily my neighbour came with me) and I have to admit that I would not have rushed back to see her in a hurry!  I felt that I was just an annoyance and another foreigner to her.

Now the reason for explaining that is because this overwhelming urgency fell upon me where I just ‘needed desperately’ to get back to the UK.  I didn’t understand it at all but just knew I had to get back.  I blamed everything for the reason but in reality I didn’t know why.

Anyway to cut this story short once back in the UK it was discovered that I had cancer cells in my womb which resulted in a total hysterectomy.  Luckily enough they were all contained within the womb and I now just have to go for six monthly hospital check ups.

Now I only tell you this because although I miss Mallorca terribly and at times wish I was back there living our dream I know that returning to the UK saved my life.

Since then I have met and heard of others that were not so fortunate as me and had lost their lives because it was not discovered early enough.  If I had been in Mallorca I would not have been having smear tests and I would not have mentioned anything to the doctor so although I did not know why at the time – it was necessary for me to get back to the UK.

I will always love Mallorca, and the people there, and many times I will feel homesick for the island I wanted to call home, but whatever lead me to dash back to the UK I can only say thank you for giving me the future I may not have had.

Living in Mallorca was my dream – was a reality for a short while – but could have ended in a nightmare.

Adios y hasta luego!





A while since I posted

An email message sent to me informing me of a comment made from someone enjoying my blog reminded me that it had been a long time since I last posted.

Was it really 7 months since I last gave an update!  Well I am not sure whether I can fit it all into one post so I will start now and perhaps add more later.

January drifted into February, March and April and before I knew it I started to see signs of life.  The hotels were having their grounds tended and pools were being cleaned and filled.

Slowly at first but then after Easter the bars and restaurants began to open.  Like a bulb breaking through the ground and growing until it bloomed likewise Mallorca was starting to bloom too.  The summer season was beginning.

After a winter of peace and tranquility with empty roads, houses and apartments, lights began to go on and cars began to appear on the streets.  Now it was not so easy to park at the port.  Now the road train began its route passing our garden several times a day.  Once in a while a horse drawn carriage cantered up the road.  Not long now before you wouldn’t be able to move without them all around.

It was exciting to see people begin to arrive and walk around the streets.  The holidaymakers were coming.  Whilst in the winter those you meet are friends or neighbours and you are acknowledged by anyone in the street as ‘living here’, now as the summer approaches and strangers begin to appear you tend to fade into the background and disappear.  After all most people walking around are on holiday and not known to you and never will be and they think of you likewise.  Or, while walking my dog, I hear people talking about him thinking I am Spanish and that I don’t understand!  Sometimes I speak to them, sometimes I don’t it all depends on how much of a hurry I am in.

April was still a bit fresh in the evenings but when the sun shone brightly I knew that summer was just around the corner.

But now was the time to get my first tax return done.  Eager to get this sorted we made an appointment with the gestor for early May.

Never has a tax return been completed so quickly!  Details taken input into the system in Madrid online and then direct debits set up for June and November and that’s it.  Mind you there is no paperwork given to you.  The money goes out of your bank account and that’s it!  If I want any paperwork they will supply it later (at a charge no doubt) but for now I am registered on the system and all I have to do is make sure that the money is available when the direct debits are due to be paid.

But at least I can relax now.

Anyway, now I have to continue with my work, so I will continue with this update later.





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You Can’t Have Everything

As I make my way in the dark to the fuse box to flip the electricity back on I realise you can’t have everything.

The scales for the pros and cons continue to wobble back and forwards today. First of all the power cut/surge that we had previously has mucked up the computer and Mick has spent all day working on it.

The new Ninja blender arrived but decided to emit smoke and you can’t pop down the road for spares, you have to order online and pay the excessive postage. Of course delivery depends on whether they can find your address (luckily most couriers now know). The confusion is that roads/postcodes/addresses tend to be hit and miss. For example our house was originally known as the road our garden backs onto but now is known by the road the pathway to our front door is on. Even the town hall asked us which road we wanted to use when we registered for the council tax!

Then while out walking an elderly woman riding up the road on her bicycle loaded with shopping just toppled over sideways. Immediately a car pulled up and a young man got out and rushed to her side to help her up. He picked up her shopping and gently told her that it was dangerous to ride the bike like that and once he knew she was ok he got back in her car saying goodbye and telling her to be careful. Respect for elders is still in existence here.

Also while out a car pulled up with a young lady and her daughter. She called to me and asked whether I had seen her small dog that had escaped from her house. I hadn’t but at least I know that there is not the excessive dog-napping over here and I hope she finds it soon.

Back indoors and cooking the dinner we were plunged into darkness – which brings us back to where I started. Oven on, hob on, computer on (as Mick is still working on it), TV on – oh crikey the heating is on! Bang went the electric! Too used to not worrying how many appliances are on.

But you can’t have everything and nowhere is perfect. All the time the good outweighs the bad then you are in the right place. When the scales tip too far in the other direction then it is necessary to rethink your situation but for now I will fumble in the dark, curse the electricity with its antiquated system but carry on regardless for at the moment the scales are still tipped in Mallorca’s favour.

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Christmas Eve/Nochebuena

Christmas Eve is here and while the Spanish have finished work and are spending this important evening with their families or friends eating, drinking or going to Mass we are sitting watching TV and trying to remind ourselves that it is Christmas.

This is our second Christmas living here but the first year living in our own home. Today has been bright, if not a little windy. A walk by the lake this morning I watched as about 80 ducks or geese (I must look them up) waterskied across the surface. Or that’s what it looked like. They are quite big black birds with a longish neck and they all flapped their wings in unison and skidded across with feet touching the water. First they all went in one direction and then they went back and did it in the other direction. Not too sure what it is all about but it may have something to do with herding the fish into one area before feasting.

We watched for a while and then continued with our walk.

Tonight I took Freddy to the green. I took his extendible lead again and he thoroughly enjoyed prancing around and almost ‘free’. He soon got the hang of how far he could go before reaching the end of the line and then he would turn round and run back again. All those different scents in the middle where he didn’t normally walk were now accessible to him. He was a happy little dog.

Call me silly but I wrapped up a bone for him today and also a new solid rubber ball. He will be the only one opening presents in the morning as after 31 years there are no more surprises to be had. Also there are no handy shops to wander around anyway.

The Christmas cards received are sitting on top of my units and they are the reminder of the time of year although a handful of houses or apartments nearby are displaying festive lights and an occasional Santa climbing over the balcony. As I look at them I wonder what nationality lives within for surely the Spanish would have the Three Kings.

Feliz Navidad is mostly replaced with Felices Fiestas to wish people happy holidays rather than happy Christmas. After all there are so many nationalities that not all faiths celebrate Christmas but they do celebrate holidays!

Families and friends are in our thoughts as we wish you all a Very Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays