What’s the ‘PS’ for you ask?
Thanks for asking.  PS is an anagram of postscript which is an abbreviation of the Latin term “postscriptum”, meaning “write after”. It is commonly used to indicate the beginning of an addendum to a letter or story.

I…see…thanks.  That’s a little more obscure than usual…you guys are going to Latin..ania? Or Ancient Rome or to study biology or something??

Ah…now I get what you’re asking.   No…what we mean is something like:

Dear Europe,

We hope this letter within a blog intro finds you well.  How’s things?  Still not getting along with the neighbours?  Kids all left home yet?

We’ve been well, new job, new deck ‘n’ stuff, but now we need a holiday!

Yours sincerely,

James and Lea

PS – we’re coming back!!!

Oh and also we’re going to Portugal and Spain!

• The plane to Spain was worse than the train April 15, 2017 - We made it! Two flights, three trains and four pairs of undies later we’re almost in Seville. We managed to talk our way into the Qantas lounge in Perth, despite flying with Etihad, based purely on confidence!!* *If “confidence” means months of meticulous planning, changing credit cards to Virgin, consolidating points as a family (2 … Continue reading The plane to Spain was worse than the train
• The Boozer of Seville April 17, 2017 - Not long after arriving in Seville, we realised there was almost no market for barbers as so many people seemed to wear full length robes with pointy hats, thus avoiding the need for dedicated hair stylists and validating James’ decision for the $23 pre-trip-trim. Being Semana Santa, the time where everyone dresses like they’re in … Continue reading The Boozer of Seville
• Sherry Baby April 19, 2017 - After a brilliant 3 nights in Seville, our next adventure began with us locking ourselves in our building, getting held up in a bakery (which is usually factored into James’ timing estimates), going to the wrong place to get our car, having a first dayer do our hire paperwork, get stuck in traffic in the … Continue reading Sherry Baby
• Help me Ronda April 21, 2017 - Help, help me Ronda, PLEASE! Find an open bar… If we thought a Monday night in Jerez was bad, we hadn’t seen nothin’ yet! Tuesday night in Ronda, nothing was open. Not literally of course, but the places that were open looked straight out of an episode of Ramsay’s Costa del Nightmares. Our day started … Continue reading Help me Ronda
• Camp Granada April 23, 2017 - Hello Muddah, hello Fuddah…here we are in…Camp Granada! It is very…entertaining. And we’ve spent our time outside ‘cos it’s not raining. Thus concludes a self imposed challenge of musical post titles from Andalucia, including one opera and three American songs from the 60s, representing 3 of the 4 songs that have been stuck in my … Continue reading Camp Granada
• Just in cases… April 28, 2017 - Not knowing what to title a post from Portugal, we went with a shout out to Love Actually and our last minute attempt to learn some of the language…just in cases. The only Spanish we’d really learned was husband and wife (that’s English), which is Mujer and Marido…and given they sound a lot like Mohair … Continue reading Just in cases…
• Quinta-sential Portugal May 3, 2017 - Fact: Port “wine” gained its name from the Portuguese tradition of only drinking with their left hands. British sailors ferrying the stuff to the motherland witnessed these “port drinkers” and the name stuck. Ok, so that’s totally not true, however, they did first invent the wine in order to have something else to use all … Continue reading Quinta-sential Portugal
• Friends for life… May 5, 2017 - …but not straight away. In fact, for a moment we weren’t sure we’d even make it for just a spring. After a flight from Porto to Barcelona, a couple of metros and a walk through an interesting neighbourhood to our confusing AirBNB, we finally got to head into town to smash some pintxos. We pretty … Continue reading Friends for life…
• Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish Ladies May 8, 2017 - Absolutely smashed by Barcelona (and the fact Spain has more bars than the US!), and while praying to the patron saint of hangovers, St Ruggling, we jumped on a train and headed to Toledo. We had a short stop along the way in Madrid to change trains, but didn’t have time to achieve much other … Continue reading Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish Ladies