A Spanish Affair
Nadia
Kabir Barb
Spain
- the very name conjures up visions of flamenco dancers,
bull fights, dramatic landscape, historical sites and an
abundance of sunshine. Almost four times as large as Bangladesh,
Spain is not just geographically and climatically diverse,
but has distinctive languages, food and customs. But this
is only a part of what draws me to this beautiful country.
It is more the feeling I get when I step on to Spanish soil
that keeps me going back time and time again. It is like
being greeted by an old friend - comforting and familiar.
All the stresses and rigours of living in a hustling and
bustling city such as London just fade away. It was almost
15 years ago that I visited Spain for the first time and
it was truly love at first sight and the beginning of a
love affair that is ongoing.
My
relationship with Spain began through a very dear friend
of mine who is Spanish. She invited me to spend a few weeks
with her at her grandmother's house in Carballo in Galicia
which is situated in the North West part of Spain. Having
been given the approval from headquarters in Dhaka (my mother),
I accepted. From the moment I landed in Santiago Airport,
I felt very much at home. It was nice not to stand out as
a foreigner due to my Asian colouring people just assumed
I was from the South of Spain where the people have darker
hair and skin than their fairer cousins from the northern
regions. Not only that but my friend's family treated me
with so much warmth and affection, it was like being back
in Dhaka with my own family. The main difference being that
I could not understand much of the conversation around me
due to my non existent knowledge of Spanish. However, we
got by with a bit of sign language and a lot of translating
by my friend. For some reason I came away knowing a few
phrases that I am actually very unlikely to use. E.g. Esta
la agua fria? (Is the water cold??) Quieres pan? (Do you
want bread?).
After
my initial contact I did not go back to Spain until after
I got married. But since then it has become a home away
from home. We usually go to a little town called Javea in
the north of the Costa Blanca which is halfway between Valencia
(famous for its oranges) and Alicante. It is actually miles
from any airport so we tend to hire a car and just drive
there from the airport. Even the experience of arriving
at the airport fills me with a sense of familiarity and
routine. The man at the immigration desk looks at the passports
and always spends a few minutes identifying which passport
belongs to which one of my children as the pictures were
taken when they were a few months old! Once we have retrieved
our baggage, it is off to the car hire desk. Slowly but
surely we manage to iron out all the little wrinkles and
head off on our journey to Javea.
The
one and a half hour drive just seems to fly by while I absorb
the beauty around me. The small towns scattered on either
side of the road, the orange groves and olive trees the
sleepiness and tranquillity of my surroundings just wash
over me and fill me with some of its serenity. Even the
constant clamour of three children in the back of the car
does not affect my sense of peacefulness. As we drive nearer
to Javea, we all look out for a small mountain which I have
claimed as my own. Even the children point out “My mountain”
when they spot it in the distance. “Look Mummy there's your
mountain”, are the cries from the back and they never cease
to put a smile on my face.
Shortly
after the citing of my mountain, we reach the final leg
of our journey and as soon as we drive through the gates
of the house I can see the Mediterranean Sea sparkling and
glimmering in the distance and the mountains whose feet
are constantly being bathed by the waves. If I look very
hard, I can even see the light house that protects the boats
from crashing into the jagged cliff face. I am continually
surprised at how the beauty of the view can still take my
breath away even after all these years.
Another
aspect of being in Spain that I love is that time seems
to slow down. We never have to hurry to be anywhere at any
particular time. Nobody wants to watch TV, computer games
are forgotten and there are no phone calls to break up the
quietness around us. There is time for reading and playing
with the children and even for a little bit of daydreaming
and introspection. Definitely a luxury to my mind. The children
spend their time outside in the pool or exploring in the
garden. In fact the exploration does not stop in the garden
or the beach, even when I decide to cook something new I
am spared the usual turning up of little noses and gagging
noises as Spain is a place of adventure for my offspring,
even with respect to food! Our trip to the beach is also
very routine but pleasantly so. My husband and I sit at
a café on the beach front watching the kids play
on the sand, making castles, getting covered in sand and
sea water and thoroughly enjoying the feeling of the sun
shining benevolently down upon them. Then there are the
ice creams how can anyone be so hard hearted as to deny
children ice cream on the beach? Well in our case our acquiescence
may have something to do with the fact one of the adults
(yes that would be me) has no aversion to joining the children
in devouring an ice lolly or two.
Just
across the beach is a fair which is set up only in summer.
It consists of a merry-go-round, a few other “kiddie rides”,
and a ride called “Coco Loco” which my daughter and I go
on religiously. It just does not feel right until we have
sat and screamed and come out thoroughly dishevelled but
totally satisfied. There are a few stalls as well. One of
them being a little shooting range and in the past few years
my husband and I have won so many hats that I feel that
my entire family will never want for head wear or I could
just set up a hat shop in London with our winnings! Compared
to any other fair it would be considered tiny and insignificant
but to me it is definitely part of what makes Javea so special.
I could write about the water sports, the beach, the nightlife,
the restaurants, but those you can find in so many places.
I think it is the little things that give any person or
place its charm or uniqueness and each time I leave Spain
I look forward to my next meeting with my old friend. Some
relationships are long lasting and I hope that the one I
share with Spain will continue for a long while yet.
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