Suzy leaves Malaysia for Indonesia, Oli in Cyprus and me in France, Hurricane Irma, Nadal and Muguruza both number one in the world and other tales of the week.

Sunday 10th September, 2017

Suzy(second right) and the rest of the "manada" in the jungle of Malaysia this week. 

Good morning everyone,

There is lots to tell this week which has been more exciting that the last one. Our family has been split with members all over the world; Suzy in Malaysia, Oli in Cyprus and me in France with only Eladio at home. It has been a week of natural disasters in the Americas and I am always so glad there are no hurricane seasons and hardly any earthquakes where we live but my heart goes out to those who are suffering them now.

Last Sunday was a quiet day. We hardly saw our Mexican Airbnb guests. They are the perfect guests, leaving early in the morning and  not coming back till late at night.  

This time last week Suzy and her friends were in the Malaysian jungle in an area called Taman Negara. In fact the photo illustrating this week's post is of them there. I think the most exciting thing they did there was to trek in the jungle at night and to cross the canopy bridges. I wouldn't have dared to do either. But I would have liked to visit the native tribe they went to see.

Suzy in Taman Negara, the jungle in Malaysia. 

They would be there until the 6th of September when they would carry on to the Cameron highlands until their return to Kuala Lumpur. There the team would split and the "London Team" (Suzy, Chati and Anita) would carry on to Bali for another week while the others had to return to Spain. 

The good thing about Sunday was that Lucy returned that evening. She apologised for having left us in the lurch under stress the Friday before and said she wanted to start all over again. I heaved a sigh of relief as her going would have meant trying to find someone suitable to replace her, no mean task. 

On Monday I had to skip my walk until later as I had a 09.30 appointment with my lovely dentist, Dr. Garralda. I would be his first patient after his summer holiday. I had a semi broken molar which had been giving me trouble in France. Thankfully it was not broken, just fractured and he was able to reconstruct it. The best thing of all was that I didn't need any anesthesia. It would be the first time I went to the dentist after leaving Yoigo and the first time I would have to pay myself rather than using the fantastic free health and dental insurance provided by the company. Ouch I thought as I got out my visa card.

From Dr. Garralda's clinic I drove to the Centro Oeste shopping centre in Majadhonda. I wanted to have the strap of my white Michael Kors handbag mended as it is coming apart. The shoe repairer there wouldn't do it and so far I haven't found anywhere to mend it. While there, I couldn't resist the temptation to visit some of the shops. My first stop was Zara where I bought this beautiful beautiful dress. I haven't worn it yet as there has been no occasion warranting it but I can't wait to. It's lovely isn't it?

My new Zara dress

I also tried H+M and bought another dress, a black floral one to wear with leggings as well as a black and white striped top.

New clothes from H+M.

These I would wear soon as I went to Perpignan on Wednesday. 

Once home, we went on our walk with the dogs. It was pretty hot by then and I came home all hot and bothered but nothing that a dip in the pool and good shower couldn't remedy. 

In the afternoon we read by the pool as we do most afternoons these days. I finished the amazing story of the unsung Italian boy hero, Pino Nella,  who saved Jews during the 2nd WW in Italy, "Beneath a scarlet sky" by Mark Sullivan. I immediately began another book buying it directly from my adored kindle. I downloaded the autobiography, "Daughter of Empire, Life as a Mountbatten" by Lady Pamela Hicks the daughter of Lord Mountbatten the last Viceroy of India and have loved every minute of the book, especially the part about her experiences in India just before independence. Not so long ago I read Viceroy's House and this was like a sequel or extension to the story it told. 

Great book I read this week

My Samsung Galaxy S7 Edge protector screen finally arrive that day. It lasted about 2 days before falling off as it doesn't stick well around the curves. Also, as I had feared, the sensitivity is not good and had me writing messages rather frustratingly. 

That night we started a new series on Netflix, "Orphan Black". It's about human cloning and I'm not sure it's our sort of thing. 

The good news that day came from Buckingham Palace. The Duchess of Cambridge, aged 35, is expecting her third child. The bad news for her is that she suffers from extreme morning sickness, something called "hyperemesis gravidarum" which sounds ghastly. She has had to cancel all her official engagements and that was probably why the Palace had to announce the news. Poor her but I wonder why she wanted to get pregnant again if she has to suffer so much. She would of course miss 4 year old Prince George's first day at school this week which was heavily reported on in the newspapers. His father, Prince William, the Duke of Cambridge, took him alone instead. He will be attending the 18.000 pound per year prep school Thomas's Battersea where according to the papers he will learn to "to be kind, acquire confidence, leadership and humility and not have a best friend to prevent other children having hurt feelings".  How ridiculous not being allowed to have a best friend and how unnatural, poor little boy. 

Prince William doing the school run without Kate - here taking Prince George to his first day at school

That was the good news. The bad news has been and is the threat from North Korea with its nuclear weapon trials. This, at least at the beginning of this week, was the main international news. It is a real threat and a danger and there doesn't seem to be an answer as how to deal with it. Surely there can't be a retaliation from the west or an all out nuclear war to destroy Pyongyang the capital of the most hermetic state in the world run by a madman? Diplomacy doesn't seem to work nor do sanctions. This issue reminds me of the Cold War when nuclear war was also always a threat.  But somehow, thankfully, it never happened. I sincerely hope it doesn't happen now.  

There is not much to report about Tuesday. It was the quietest day of the week. I briefly met our Mexican students at breakfast and of course went for my walk. I do 1 hour with Eladio and then another hour on my own with Pippa. It's part of my effort to keep trim and healthy but it is a very long walk indeed. In the afternoon again we read by the pool but didn't go into it as it is not as hot as it was before. As usual the dogs were at our feet and I caught this lovely picture of little Pippa on top of Elsa our lab which I want to share with you. I am Pippa's official mother hahaha but when we are away her surrogate mother is our adorable and long suffering golden labrador.

Pippa our mini dachshund happily lying on top of Elsa our long suffering labrador

Who was having a far more exciting time than me was Olivia, my younger daughter, the journalist, who was in Cyprus shooting a new programme of "madrileños por el mundo". She was busy though and that day as well as most of the week she was there, she worked 13 or so hours a day. However, that night, she would have a break and go out for dinner with my Franco Russian cousins who, coincidentally were on holiday there. So she got to meet Marie Helene, her German husband Christophe and their delightful 20 something year old polyglot daughters, Helene and Catherine. I just wish I had been there with them. It must have been so much fun.  

Oli in Cyprus having dinner with our Franco Russian cousins. 

I think that was the night Spain played Liechenstein in a World Cup qualifying match and beat them 8-0 as they had in the first round. Spain is top of its group but still has to play another match before being guaranteed a place in the World Cup. It looks like plain sailing to me. Another thing is winning the actual cup again. However if they play then as well as they are doing now, they would have a better chance than last time. 

Wednesday came and I was off to France as I told you last week. I would be accompanying a Spanish business man, Chema, a friend of Fatima's, to translate for him at meetings in Perpignan for the International Photo journalist fair taking place there. I was up at the unearthly hour of 4 o'clock and he came to pick me up in a swanky jaguar at 5.15. We were to catch the 6.05 high speed train to Barcelona. Once there we took the 09.25 TGV which actually goes to Paris but takes nearly 7 hours. That is probably because it stops at so many stations. From Barcelona alone we stopped at Figueras of Salvador Dali fame and then Girona. We arrived at Perpignan in blinding sunshine at 10.46. It turned out Chema's business contact coming from London, Charles, wasn't arriving until 3.30 and our hotel, a modest little place across the road from the station in Perpignan wouldn't let us check in till 2.30. That left us little option to do anything apart from walk into the "centre ville" and while away the time until 3.30. If I had been arranging the trip which I wasn't, no way would I have planned for us to get up at 4 in the morning as we could have left much later. That was a bit frustrating.  By 12 we were both starving and found a nice little place near our hotel called Le Jean where I tucked into a delicious filet de boeuf. Of course while in France I had to use my school French which always comes in handy although I do wish I had learned it better. I wanted to order a "rare" steak and thought the word in French was the same. But it's not, the word is "saguenay". It's funny, when I lived in England years ago I always ate my meat well cooked which is how I was brought up to eat it but after years in Spain I now prefer it really rare. That way it is much more tender. 

Finally Charles turned up, a delightful British man in his 50's who has always worked in the photo agency world. The business in hand in Perpignan was all about agencies who buy and sell photos which of course includes the paparazzi type but not only. The photos they buy and sell can be for news and of celebrities, royalty, sport, nature, the food world and many other types. We never actually got to go the fair as it seemed all the business meetings took place at the Café de la Poste in the middle of the town.  It was teeming with owners and sales directors of photo agencies from all over the world. If you have ever heard of Getty images, this what these people do or so I learned. There are 3 types of business here, "live photos" (breaking or current news), "non live photos" (older type news) and "micro shot" images. These last are photos that ordinary people can upload and sell to image banks owned by photo agencies but for a modicum fee, unlike exclusive or "live" photos which are the expensive ones. These days it seems, newspapers and magazines, are happy to pay for one or two photos but often get the rest from "micro shot" image banks or even Instagram.  Getty is the biggest player in the industry. 

The fair in Perpignan which I actually never got to see

My work started when Charles arrived. I had to translate from Spanish into English and English into Spanish for Chema until late that night. It's quite easy at the beginning but after a while gets very tiring. We were joined early on by Charles' business partner, Collin, an eccentric but delightful English man married to a Russian and who knows all there is to know about photos without actually being a photographer himself. I also learned an awful lot not  so much about photos but about the photo world which was until Wednesday a little alien to me although I have occasionally, during my career had to acquire photos and image rights from agencies like the ones I met this week in France. 

The translating took place at the Café de Poste in the hot sunshine which made the whole exercise even more tiring as when you are doing simultaneous translation you need a lot of concentration and can't miss a word of the conversation and if you get stuck on one word then you have lost the whole sentence. Thankfully, that didn't happen to me.  One of the meetings we had was with a London based image agency which provides The Sun often with exclusive photos for its front pages. I wondered if that was the agency providing the "rag" with photos of little George arriving at school this week.  That for me was the most interesting meeting of all of them.  Here I found out this agency sends its photographers to the Ibiza airport arrivals lounge in the summer to catch the international celebrities getting off the plane even though they don't even know who is coming. What a world. 

The meetings went on until quite late and I had to carry on translating through dinner with Chema, Charles and Collin in quite a noisy but nice brasserie type restaurant. It would have been a wonderful dinner if I hadn't had to work. I even carried on translating as we walked back from the centre of the town to our hotel. That day after so much walking, 14km according to my fitbit, I got lots of blisters on my feet as I wasn't wearing trainers. The next day I would have to find a chemist shop to buy "compeed" plasters. 

I was in bed just before midnight and although the hotel was a little seedy, the room was clean and the bed very comfortable. I was able to make up for lost sleep that night as the next day our first meeting wasn't starting until 12 noon. 

On Thursday I woke up at 5, then 6 and finally got up at 06.30. I do wish my body clock would let me sleep more. I woke up to news of  Hurricane Irma having pummeled small islands in the Caribbean such as the British Virgin Islands, St. Martin and St. Barts, Anguilla and  Barbuda. With a population of 1800, the small island of Barbuda was nearly completely destroyed with only 10% of its houses left standing. It would go on to hit Puerto Rico, later Cuba and of course  Florida in the US. 

Barbuda in the Caribbean nearly completely destroyed by Hurricane Irma this week.

But it wasn't all news about the dreaded hurricane. It was the sports news or rather the US Open tennis tournament  news that cheered me up. Rafa Nadal was through to the semi finals and so was his countryman Pablo Carreño although the latter would lose later. With Roger Federer out of the running, it was looking easier for Nadal. Later in the week he beat the Argentinian Del Potro in the semi final. Today, or rather tonight for us, he will be playing the South African Robert Anderson in the final. Even better news would come the next day when the Spanish Venezuelan woman tennis player, Garbiñe Muguruza, and this year's winner of Wimbledon, like Rafa Nadal, became number one in the ATP Tennis Ranking. Wow that was the best news this week. It's a real first for Spain for the top two places to be filled by two Spaniards and I don't think it has happened to many other apart from the US. Being a tennis lover and fan of both players I was really pleased and proud for them and for my adopted country.

Rafa Nadal and Garbiñe Muguruza both now top the ATP men's and women's singles. A wonderful feat for Spain. 

What pleased me nearly as much that morning was to finally  get a photo of Olivia in Cyprus on the job.  Here she is with one of the "madrileños" she was filming for her programme.

Oli "working" in Cyprus this week

Later she would me tell me she loved Cyprus. I asked her what she liked best and she said definitely the people who were very open and friendly; especially towards Spaniards or so they told her. She was also quite impressed with the beaches and, like me, loved the Greek food. She also told me the Cypriot Tourist office which had been so welcoming about her visit, had totally ignored her ever since she told them she was also visiting and filming the north part of the island, the one invaded in 1974 by the Turks. I wondered what the feeling was in Cyprus about being a country divided by Turkey and Greece and she said the Cypriot Ambassador in Madrid had told her she, the ambassador, represented the whole country. Oli also told me the people she interviewed didn't seem too nonplussed about the situation. It is, of course, odd. 

I had breakfast on my own at about 7 in my hotel which despite being a tired little place with absolutely no character offered an acceptable breakfast.  

While waiting for Charles to turn up for our first meeting of the day, I was happy to receive a message from one of my customers based in Barcelona. They needed me for a new PR project. That was great news. I had been a little worried over the summer that I didn't have any projects coming up so both the job in Perpignan and this news reinforced my new status as an active member of the self employed work force. 

The meeting started with lunch at midday in town with Charles, Collin and of course Chema. I put aside all thoughts of Hurricane Irma, the US Open or Oli in Cyprus and concentrated on translating simultaneously. It's more normal to translate for one person speaking at a time but it becomes more complicated if it's two or more as was the case at lunch and in the meeting afterwards. The meeting after lunch was once again at the Café La Poste at a table, thankfully, inside, with no sun and less noise. At this meeting there were 3 Englishmen, 1 Frenchman and two Germans which was rather a challenge as often they spoke at the same time. I had to do sotto voce simultaneous translation for Chema and think super fast while I was doing it. Thankfully the meeting was much shorter than expected. My work didn't stop there though. We had finished at around 4 and could well have caught an earlier train - ours wasn't leaving until 7pm:-( - but we carried on talking to Charles this time in the sun and both men drank coke and wine non stop while I kept to water. I must have drunk 3 bottles of "de l'eau sans gas" as I was thirsty from non stop talking and also very hot. 

After a couple hours of translating in the sun and seemingly going over and over the same subjects and topics and mentions of the same companies, we finally said goodbye to Charles and walked in the heat back to our hotel to pick up our luggage. 

We had time to freshen up before going to the platform at the Gare de Perpignan which, by the way, Salvador Dali painted in 1965. 

Salvador Dali's painting of the Perpignan train station

The front of it probably looks like it did when he painted it as you can see here.

The front of the "Gare de Perpignan"

But I think that Dali would be horrified, although you never know, by the new back it has which is modern and ghastly at least in my mind. 

The modern back of the Gare de Perpignan

I had no idea but he had called the station the "center of the universe" after experiencing what he called a vision of "cosmogenic ecstasy" there in 1963. I'm not sure why he did or why he painted it but it has something to do with its "frenzied energy" present  thanks to so many passengers going and coming. He also said he gained the most inspiration simply by sitting in the train's lobby. 

I gained absolutely none, only wanting  to go home and it was to be a long journey; even longer than I thought in the end. 

We caught the 7pm TGV to Barcelona passing Dali's birthplace, Figueras, again and arrived at Barcelona Sants station at about 8.40. Our next and last train, the AVE to Madrid wasn't leaving until 9.15pm so we had plenty of time and even had a quick dinner. We ambled through the control and went down to the platform looking for carriage number 7. We went in the wrong direction and walked the other way but as we did, we realised the train was moving and was actually leaving and that we had missed it. We missed it by seconds as we thought it was leaving at 21.15 but it actually left at 21.14. Later we were told the doors close 2 minutes before. We were left stranded and feeling stupid and furious too when we found out it was the last train of the day and that we would have to spend the night in Barcelona. OMG what a stupid mistake we had made. I can tell you it won't happen again. Thankfully the RENFE official was kind and gave us another ticket to replace ours even though it was the type of ticket you couldn't change. The ticket was for the 6.05 am train the next day which meant once again we would have to get up at the crack of dawn.

We found rooms at the AC Hotel at the station itself but at 215 euros per room which is daylight robbery although we had no choice but to accept the price and check in. It was a pretty awful situation but nothing major and I remarked we would just have to make the best of it and that we did. At least I got an early night. The room was lovely and the bed comfortable but even so I slept really badly. No way did I want to spend the night in Barcelona so maybe my body was rebelling. And Barcelona is headline news these days owing to the illegal referendum on independence the local government is threatening to hold on 1st October. It remains to be seen whether it will actually go ahead. The whole matter is paralysing the politics of this country as well as dividing Catalonia. I just hope it won't be another Brexit. 

With that in mind I slept fitfully and was woken up by the alarm at 5 am on Friday morning. Feeling like a zombie I dared to go down to to the lobby in my nightdress to ask the receptionist for a cup of coffee. He was nice, didn't blink an eye and made one specially for me. Feeling less of a zombie I caught the 6.05 train with Chema and we found ourselves in the "silent carriage" which I think was fine with both of us.  This time we both made sure we were well on time and were sitting on the train 15 minutes before it left. I even had time to take a selfie of me and the train where I tried to smile although I felt pretty worse for wear.

About to catch the 6.05 AVE to Madrid from Barcelona on Friday morning.

I read most of the way while Chema slept. This time the train was not non stop and stopped at Tarragona, Zaragoza and Guadalajara. I was pleased on the way to receive another Airbnb reservation. I now have 4 coming up after our Mexicans leave. 

We got to Madrid at 8.45 and took a taxi to Chema's office. He had to go into work but had arranged for me to be taken home in an enormous top of the range chauffeur driven BMW. What luxury! I was home to find Eladio having breakfast but was just too shattered to go on a walk that morning. Instead I unpacked leisurely, took yet another shower, changed into fresh clothes and then went to do the weekly shopping with Eladio. 

On the shopping list I had included the ingredients to make Irish soda bread from a recipe I had looked up recently. I was inspired by photos on Instagram of home made bread. The advantage of soda bread is that the rising happens thanks to bicarbonate of soda rather than yeast and it doesn't need to rise and be kneaded lots of times before going in the oven. It's amazing but I made it in 15 minutes. It went in the oven at 190ºc for 45 minutes. I had no idea what it would look like afterwards but was delighted to see the result which looked perfect as you can see in the photo below. If you are interested, this is the recipe. 

My Irish soda bread

Meanwhile Hurricane Irma continued its deadly path. It may not have touched Mexico on its way but this country got a different shock when an 8.2 earthquake struck the southern areas of Oaxaca and Chiapas killing more than 60 people. It was, however, felt by 50 million people and there were many after shocks although on a lesser scale. No doubt many Mexicans remembered the devastating earthquake in 1985 that killed 10.000 people. 

Damage done by the earthquake on Friday in Mexico. 

Oli meanwhile was travelling back from Cyprus. However I won't see her until tonight as when she arrived on Friday, Miguel picked her up and they went to Valencia for the weekend. No doubt they will have enjoyed the local paella.

In the meantime, Suzy was also supposed to be travelling that day, from Kuala Lumpur to Bali in Indonesia. Together with Chati and Anita - the London "manada" team - were prolonging their holiday with a week in Bali while the others  - the Madrid "manada" team - were returning to Spain. However, she also had a travelling hitch. The girls thought they had a ticket for Friday but it turned out they had made a mistake and it was for Saturday. So they too had to find a room for the night. They found it at the same hotel they had started their holiday at in KL where they spent most of their time in the pool. 

Eladio and I had dinner alone on the kitchen terrace as we do most nights these days. For the occasion I made a salmon salad with which we ate some of the soda bread. It was good but does not taste the same as yeast made bread. It's more like the sort of bread you toast. 

Dinner at home on Friday night with Eladio - salmon salad and my Irish soda bread.

Saturday came and I was up at 6 although I had slept better than the night before. There is nowhere better for sleeping than in your own bed. 

We went for our walk which I continued with Pippa to make into a 2 hour long one. We were dressed for warm weather with shorts and a t-shirt but the temperatures had gone and it felt quite cold. This morning we both wore long trousers and a cardigan and jacket, although it is warmer today. 

Saturday saw the last day but one of the Vuelta de España (Tour of Spain) which Chris Froome is winning. Right now is the last stage which is never disputed by the peloton and this will mean he will be the first British cyclist to win the Tour of France and Vuelta and he has done it in the same year. But all eyes in Spain were not on him but on a local boy, Alberto Contador, a Tour and Vuelta winner who has now turned 35 and announced this year's Vuelta would be his last race after which he will retire from cycling. Never in his wildest dreams did he or his fans expect him to win the toughest mountain stage of the Tour of Spain yesterday which finished at the top of the legendary Angliru mountain. In fact when he was being interviewed he got so emotional, he burst into tears and had to walk away. I think that was a marvelous way to end his career. Well done Froome and well done and goodbye Alberto Contador.

Alberto Contador  yesterday winning the last stage he will ever dispute in his cycling career.

Unaware of what was happening in the Tour of Spain, Suzy, Anita and Chati safely travelled to and arrived in Bali yesterday. Suzy was bowled over with their hotel room which has its own private pool. 

The private pool of Suzy's room at the girls' hotel in Bali

Bali is not on my priority list of preferred travel destinations but Suzy is enamoured at least so far. I look forward to seeing more photos of their time there. But even more, I look forward to 17th September the day they come back and when she will be coming to Madrid to stay here for a whole month and a half. We do so miss her. 

Meanwhile people in Florida were either in shelters or had left the state, after mandatory orders to leave certain areas. I was happy to see some of my friends who live there post that they had left and were safe. However, my friend Fátima's niece who lives there, Gloria, and her husband and friends, tried to obey the order but found it impossible to do so. The roads were too congested and they could not find petrol anywhere.  They had no option but to stay and I really hope they stay safe. Now it seems the hurricane might not hit the city directly but will swerve slightly west and probably land somewhere else, possibly in Tampa. What a nightmare for the residents affected by Hurricane Irma and also the one coming afterwards Hurricane Jose. Just as I was writing that I checked the internet and have read that Irma has hit the Florida Keys badly (25 dead according to The Telegraph) and is on its way to Tampa.  No doubt we will know more later. 

Today is Sunday and the sun is shining unlike in Florida. We went for our walk and I found it a little difficult to walk with Pippa for the second half  as there was a very big mountain bike race taking place just on the paths we walk on. Thus we had to walk on the fields beside the paths. 

Inspired by the bread I made on Friday, I made more this morning before lunch but this time with wholemeal flour to which I added sultanas and walnuts. I baked it in a heart shaped cake tin and this is the result.

The wholemeal Irish soda bread I made this morning

I am saving it for dinner tonight for Oli who will be returning from Valencia. I know she will love it. If you are worried about my diet/keeping trim, don't be as I shall only eat one slice I promise.

I have now come to the end of the tales of this week. You will hear from me again next Sunday. Who knows what next week will bring? Good things I hope like more work and more Airbnb reservations. I do hope also that it will be the end of the dreadful hurricanes.

Cheers then everyone until next week.

Masha

Suzy on holiday in Malaysia, Hurricane Harvey hits Texas, remembering Diana the Princess of Wales, Oli in Cyprus and other tales of the week.

Sunday 3^rd September 2017.

With my best Spanish friend and ex Motorola and Nokia colleague, Fátima this week. 

Hi again everyone,

I told you last week that this week would be quiet and that I didn't have any exciting plans but that I would come up with something today. Well I haven't been anywhere but my daughters are away in Malaysia and Cyprus respectively so I am enjoying and following their travels vicariously. On the international scene, as you well know, there is lots to report. 

The biggest news this week was of the terrible floods in Texas (the size of Spain by the way) caused by Hurricane Harvey which hit the state actually on Friday August 25th. Since then the hurricane which turned into a tropical storm, killed at least 31 people and damaged or destroyed up to 185.000 homes. 

A street in Texas after the flood which looks more like a river

I later read 80% of the population  does not have an insurance policy against floods. The cost in damages is going to be around 80 billion dollars. Some weather people are calling Harvey the worst rainfall ever in the USA but Hurricane Katrina was much worse because it killed over 1800 people and damages came to 118 billion dollars. Donald Trump has a big headache on his hands to find the money, between 72 and 85 billion dollars.  He has called on people to make donations and he himself has donated 1m dollars which seems a little paltry coming from a billionaire like him. However, a fool and his money are not often parted as we will see below. 

We had rain ourselves here in Spain, but nothing compared to the likes of Harvey. It was news here as it has been such a dry and hot summer. It rained over most of Spain but here in Madrid only on Sunday and Monday. The rest of the week has been cooler than usual but now temperatures are rising and we can expect 30º C today. 

Suzy would be experiencing both rain and hot temperatures in Kuala Lumpur where she landed with her friend Chati that morning after a very long flight from London via Dubai. Once in the Malaysian capital they were to meet up with their other holiday partners, Chati's sister Elena and her boyfriend Antoine and the trip organiser, Rocío who had flown from Madrid.  But we would have to wait until the next days for the first photos of their trip. 

Suzy and her fellow travel mates in a mosque in Kuala Lumpur

And indeed on Monday morning I was treated to photos of their first impressions of Kuala Lumpur. The group had visited a mosque and to enter it had to wear suitable dress provided for tourists.  They also sent one of them with sky scrapers in the background.

The girls in Kuala Lumpur on Monday

That was a picture I recognised as I have once been to Kuala Lumpur although it was many many years ago. I went to a military defence exhibition with the arms company I worked for in the 80's in Madrid called Defex. I was away for more than a week and remember leaving poor Eladio with the girls who were babies at the time. So, yes, I remember the sky scrapers and the heat but do not remember feeling Malaysia was a particularly strict Muslim country. That happened afterwards. 

Monday for me didn't start very well as I broke the screen of my treasured Samsung Galaxy S7 and badly too. Luckily I still have a few contacts in the  mobile phone world so booked an appointment with the phone repairer, Anovo, where, if you remember, we did a scene of me repairing phones (hahaha) for the Undercover Boss programme I featured in in 2015. 

It rained on Monday too. Murphy's law didn't prevail though when we went on our morning walk as it started pouring down just as we got back. It was a bad morning to choose to go the hairdresser but I did go and was lucky that when I came out it had stopped. Thanks Murphy whoever you are. 

On Tuesday, one week after returning from my holiday in France and a few days dieting to offset any weight I may have put on this summer, I finally got on the scales. I was not happy to see the figure of 58.2kg and have been doing my best ever since to return to 56kg the weight I want to be. That has meant further reductions in my food intake, no meals out and longer walks in the morning. Let's see what the scales say next Tuesday.

Meanwhile, in Malaysia, Suzy and her group had travelled on to the Perhentian Islands which Suzy later described to me like a fabulous desert island; although it wasn't deserted. They stayed at the Bubu Resort right on the beach which I heard was fantastic, as was the food, the colour of the water and the flora and fauna in general. They even went snorkeling and saw giant turtles. 

Beach on the Perhentian Islands in Malaysia

Suzy on a boat going snorkeling in the Perhentian Islands

While she was snorkeling, I drove to San Sebastian de los Reyes, nearly 50km from home, to the Anovo HQ to meet an old colleague from Motorola, who would get my phone repaired. I couldn't believe it took over 2.5h but that was probably because I had asked for all the phone info and photos not to be removed. My colleague and I had a good long chat over a coffee in nearby bar about the old days and how the sector has changed. I left the premises at about 2pm and drove home happy to have my phone repaired and hungry for my lunch. It was a morning lost in a way but very productive in others. Since the phone broke, I have ordered a protective screen from Amazon which is taking a long time to arrive. I would have bought one a long time ago but never found one that fits the Edge model properly. I hope the one I have ordered does and meanwhile hope I don't drop my phone again.

Of note that afternoon, Eladio and I did the weekly shopping. Now the house would be full of food but not for long hahaha. 

On Wednesday I woke up with my right arm hurting so much I couldn't even lift the shower head. I wondered if I had arthritis. Is this the beginning of old age? Thankfully it got better and now no longer hurts. A 81 year old Spanish man who probably has all sorts of aches and pains, must have woken up happier than me that day. Publicity shy Zara founder and owner of Inditex, the largest fashion group in the world, Amancio Ortega with a fortune of 85 billion dollars - more than enough to totally cover the cost of the damage done by Hurricane Harvey - overtook Bill Gates to be the richest man in the world according to Forbes. As I shop so much at Zara I obviously have contributed to his fortune hahaha. Bill Gates has 84.9 billion, also enough to pay for damage in Texas. 

The 81 year old Spaniard, Amancio Ortega who fleetingly overtook Bill Gates this week as the richest man in the world. 

However, thanks to stock fluctuation or currency levels, Mr. Ortega moved down to number 2 again later in the week. Imagine being the richest person in the world? Would you give all your money, not just 1m dollars like Donald Trump, to restore Texas? Probably not. Or maybe you would spend it to pay the Brexit divorce bill. Brussels is requesting 100 billion euros so maybe even the richest man in the world couldn't afford it. This story has also been much in the news this week and The Times reported today that Theresa May is secretly agreeing to pay 50 billion!!  Now if that has to come from UK taxpayers' money, those who voted for Brexit will not be pleased. Well, they were stupid weren't they? Sorry for my crude and simplistic language but I can't find a better word in English than (plain) "stupid" to describe those who voted to leave the EU. 

Thursday 31st August was the 20th anniversary of the death of Lady Diana, Princess of Wales who died aged 36 in a car crash in Paris. Who doesn't remember that? Who doesn't remember her? Whether you liked her or not she was the most photographed woman in the world and arguably the most beautiful. The hard core part of the British Royal Family would like us to think she had a borderline personality order. She certainly had all sorts of problems, some caused by her parents' divorce, others caused by the shattering of her own marriage and subsequent divorce and of course what it must have  meant for a non royal to join the British Royal family and suddenly be the object of nearly all the eyes in the world. Who could have kept their head I wonder? For all her faults and she had many, including manipulating and using the press, I think there was more good about her than bad. She had so much charisma she dazzled anyone who came into her gaze, when that gaze was positive of course. She had so many ups and downs, I think the public at large sympathised with her and saw her as "one of them". She wasn't of course but she showed her feelings, she laughed, she giggled and she cried like a real person, not like the mystique figures of Buckingham Palace and for that, I, for one loved her. We continue fascinated with her even 20 years on and wonder what she would be like today. Underneath it all, I still do not completely rule out that the establishment had something to do with her death. There is no proof but proof can be hidden and like the death of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, maybe we shall never know.   She lives on, though in the hearts of the people, as the "People's Princess" so well coined by Tony Blair just after her death. I like to remember her just as that and of all the photos I have seen, this picture is the one I think sums that up best.

Lady Diana, The Princess of Wales, the "People's Princess". RIP 20 years on. 

My friend Fátima came to visit me on Thursday afternoon and cheered me up enormously. She is  my best Spanish friend. Fátima is also my  neighbour and ex colleague at Motorola and Nokia and I have known her now for more than 25 years. We first met as young women in our early thirties at Motorola. I was in marketing and communications and she was in sales. We have been inseparable ever since we were sent on a trip to Catalunya for a cycling race when the Motorola Cycling team existed. We have some amazing memories. together. When my friend was leaving, I got Eladio to take a couple of photos of the two of us. When I looked at the result I saw all the wrinkles and signs of ageing and laughingly said to Fátima that it is very different from the photo I have of the two of us in our lounge at home, when we were at the Paris Roubaix race in the early 90s. There we looked like pin up girls but didn't realise it at the time - well pin up girls compared to what we look like now haha. 

With Fátima at the Paris Roubaix with the Motorola Cycling Team in the early 90s. 

As the Spaniards would say, it "has rained since" then meaning a lot has happened since then. It certainly has and I like to think we both have and are living life to the full. It is one of these photos I have chosen to illustrate this week's post. I also posted it on Instagram with the footnote "friends will be friends".  

It is thanks to Fátima that I have a cushy little job coming up next week. She has asked me to fill in for a trip she can't do as she has a sprained ankle. So on Wednesday and Thursday I shall be accompanying a Spanish businessman to Montpellier in France to be his interpreter in meetings and negotiations at a marketing congress there. It's an unusual job for me but the pay is not bad and of course it's quite easy peasy for me. It's not difficult to translate anything about communication and marketing for me from Spanish into English and vice versa. If it were a medical or legal congress I would have had my doubts. Hopefully it will be pretty plain sailing. When I told my Father I was going to Montpellier, he informed me it's the French nougat capital. Oh and I love nougat hahaha. You'll be hearing all about my adventures there in next week's post. Meanwhile, thanks Fátima for that bit of business which is very welcome and will help pay the hefty annual September IBI property tax bill which has just made its unwelcome arrival. The IBI is a Spanish property tax levied by local governments which gets higher every year and in my mind is their way of making more money out of the tax payer when they overspend funds from the central government. 

Friday 1st September did not begin well. That day, the time of looking after my Mother-in-law was coming to an end and she was going to stay with another sibling.   Before she went, Lucy, our home help, had come to the end of her tether after the extra strain and stress and even though she would be relieved of it from that morning, she burst into tears saying she couldn't take any more, she was exhausted and that she was leaving us.  I was devastated, tried to calm her down, saying things would be as they were before from now on and basically please don't leave us in the lurch as it's so difficult to find someone new who can learn the ropes quickly. She agreed to come back on Monday but that she needed a few days off but I'm not sure she will return. Our whole status quo will be turned upside down if she doesn't  and I write that sighing with worry.  

My way of dealing with my own stress and calming down was to go on a 2 hour walk. In fact that day I decided to do a 2 hour long walk every morning. That way, I burn more calories:-) When I got back Olivia was home but just for a couple of hours before leaving for Cyprus. It's funny but some of my Franco Russian cousins are there on holiday now and I have put them in touch hoping they will be able to meet up. Oli, though will be very busy as she has just 1 week to tour the island and shoot interviews with 4 "madrileños" who live there for her programme "Madrileños por el Mundo". She really has a cushy job. She loves travelling and her job is as a TV travel journalist now. It was while she was with me, the first photos of the promotion for the new season's programme were released like this one below  with her fellow reporters. I'm so proud of her but I'm sure you understand that.

Oli with her fellow reporters for the TV programme she works for, "Madrileños por el Mundo". Oli is in the pink jump suit.  

She doesn't tell us much about her work but just before she left I found out that the day before she had been invited to coffee in a 5 star hotel by the Cypriot Ambassador in Madrid to discuss her visit. She was also to be hosted in Cyprus by the Tourist Board there. She also told me the latter were not happy when they heard she intended to visit the Turkish occupied part where one of her interviewees lives. Good for her. Before being given her latest destination she knew literally nothing about Cyprus but since then knows so much the Ambassador was impressed!  Good girl for doing your homework. I look forward to pictures and also to seeing the programme on TV.  Her flight that day was at 4pm and would take 4.5h to arrive in Cyprus where, by the way, there is a heat wave with temperatures reaching 40ºc! 

Meanwhile, Suzy had travelled from the Perhentian Islands to George Town, a beautiful colonial town on the island of Penang and the second largest in Malaysia. That morning we were sent more photos and George Town looks very beautiful. 

Suzy with her fellow travellers in George Town, Malaysia. 

I had a bad night and woke up really early on Saturday morning. It was good to get more photos from Suzy from George Town. First things first and after breakfast we went on our walk. Eladio, Elsa and Norah did one hour and Pippa and I did 2 hours. This is how the dogs looked after the exercise; asleep and "belly up" under the sun on the terrace outside the kitchen. 

Our dogs sleeping in the sun "belly up" after their walks yesterday

We were very busy yesterday morning, getting the house ready, without the help of Lucy, for our 6 Airbnb Mexican guests arriving that day. They are physiotherapy students and have come to do a course at the UEM University near us. When I had done the rooms, I rushed to Majadahonda to the local market, once again to get my cushions for Santa Pola which weren't ready. Truth to tell though, that was just an excuse to go as I love the market. Yesterday I got a white hand bag for 7 euros and a pair of black espadrilles for only 10. I also bought the must succulent tomatoes imaginable as well as fresh grapes and figs. I was home just on time to make our lunch. 

Our Mexicans arrived in fits and starts as they didn't travel together. The first two, Iñigo and Lupita,  came without a car and got lost.  I went to rescue them and felt so sorry for them as they were obviously very hot and tired.  Later Angeles came by taxi and a couple of hours later Janet also arrived by taxi. The 5th student, Gad, arrived today and Lupita's husband will be coming next week. So we have a very full house. Friends of theirs were staying in other Airbnb places nearby and I realised, after surfing the app a bit, that I have new competition locally. So more people in my neighbourhood are doing the same as me. I hope that doesn't mean fewer guests for me as Airbnb is now my core business or certainly has been this summer.  They will be staying for 2 weeks so let's see if all goes well. So far, so good though. They seem a lovely bunch of young people. Despite their jet lag, they went into Madrid last night, informing me Trip Advisor had announced Madrid had the best night life in Europe or was it the world!! We didn't hear them coming back but when I got up this morning, Iñigo was having breakfast. It is now 5 in the afternoon and they are still asleep hahaha. 

After their arrival yesterday, finally Eladio and I were able to read and relax by the pool which he cleaned for them and which they haven't used yet. I am currently engrossed in a book called "Beneath a Scarlet Sky" by Mark Sullivan. It is the story of Pino Lella, an unsung WWII boy hero who rescued many Jews in Italy from the holocaust in Nazi occupied Italy. He went on to become a spy inside the German High Command when his Mother insisted he enlist with the German Army when he turned 18 as it was safer than joining the Italian Army where he would have been sent to the Russian Front and probably died as cannon fodder at the end of the war. 

The book I am reading now and which I an engrossed in. 

Now aged 91, he never told his story to anyone until Sullivan contacted him over a decade ago now. If it hadn't been for the book to be published as an e-book on Amazon his story may never have been told and he would have gone to the grave an unknown hero. He now deserves to be included by Yad Vashem as a new member of the honoured list of the Righteous among nations. I haven't finished the book yet but I am already convinced he should. What a man, what a boy, what a story. I encourage you to read it if the 2nd WW interests you. As you know, I was brought up on its legend. 

In fact I was so engrossed with the book yesterday that I carried on reading it as Eladio, and most of Spain, watched the World Cup qualifying match against Italy. I was, though, delighted that my adopted country thrashed their rivals 3-0 and also happy for the Real Madrid player, Isco who scored the two first goals, a brace I learned from the British press. 

I also have my eye on Flushing Meadows and was happy to hear both Nadal and Muguruza have got through to the last 16 of the US Open. Wouldn't it be great if it was an all Spanish win. But first Nadal has to try and beat his bête noire, Federer and Muguruza deal with the come back of Sharapova. This time next week we shall know the end of the story.  

Today is Sunday. Today Suzy and her fellow travellers left George Town for the jungle in Taman Negara. Suzy wrote to say they were in the jungle and surrounded by monkeys and other wild animals. They will be going night trekking in the jungle (she is afraid of spiders OMG), canopy walking on hanging bridges, rafting and also visiting the settlements of he Orang Asli tribe. It sounds very exciting to me, maybe too exciting.  

Hopefully, while my daughters are in exotic locations,  next week will be a bit more interesting for me.  I hope yours will be too.

Cheers then friends and readers until next time,

Masha.