Bangkok. 1 month

I am in ! How amazing is to be auntie to two cute girls. She follows me calling: “Tia,tia, tia”. She speaks more English than Spanish. Her second birthday is coming in a month. The smaller girl has started to crawl on four legs and her first birthday is coming in 2month. Yes, just thirteen months gap between my two nieces.

It is hot in Bangkok, the rainy season is due and there was a big storm the first night. My brother in low is travelling this week. We are for girls at home, two pairs of sisters.

After 4 days in Bangkok, the jetlag was over. A day before after a long night without proper sleep I fell asleep at 8pm on the coach. That morning at 6.30am I had my first coffee still with closed eyes and my niece told me: tia, sit down, let’s play. Baby, It is 7am, auntie is having a coffee, wait for a while. Play, play, play. I did! Then I went to the gym. I need to exercise to feel alive. After the gym I wanted to be alone in the swimming pool, but when she saw me with bikini told me: pool, pool, pool…. We enjoyed together!


My sister and I went for a foot massage; meantime the babies took a nap.  Your neck and back are very hard. The guy said. I know! I thought: flight, bags, beds…..and now babies. Too much!.

Are you sleeping at 8pm? I was. I told my sister. I think, I didn’t sleep the last 5 days. I am on holidays! My sleep time in Spain was perfect. I often went to bed at 2am and woke up at 10.30am. Now in Bangkok, I go to bed at 10.30pm and often I wake up at 2am.But, I am in love with my girls!

Finally Friday! I was nervous, but all was over when I jumped in the pool. My smile is back!.

I felt jittery, but when my head was in the water I felt new. My sister convinced me to take a treatment for my hair. I always visit the cousin’s maid hair salon in Bangkok.  It is a Thai salon and they don’t speak English. They give me 3 hours for Straight & hydration hair treatment. I relaxed there. It is fun when they wash your hair you are totally horizontal. The result was amazing. I have a straight hair, but it seems like a lion king in Bangkok. It is less humid than in Mumbai, but for some reason here is worse. Their maid told me: ready! Now you can’t tie and wash your hair in 4 days, until Friday. What? Impossible, unacceptable, no way…. Nooooo. I wash mi hair everyday! And some times twice or thrice!  That was afternoon Monday. I didn’t stop doing my things: gym, sunbathing, reading, writing….but I didn’t go out of the condominium.


Saturday night and the final champion league 2016. 28th June (already 29th in Bangkok). We planned to go out for dinner and to kill time until the match started. We left the girls with the nanny and went for dinner with friends. Spanish people, of course. We went to Arno’s a French restaurant where you can eat beef choosing the cuts that you want. You choose, you order, you try. Of course, they cook! We were 5 people around the table full of grilled beef dishes.

We joined more people after the dinner in a place called Habana. Latinan life music. The  match was at 1.30am in Bangkok. Champion league 2016 in Milano between Real Madrid and Atletico de Madrid.  Of course the champion was the Real Madrid!.


One more book. I have finished “El ultimo Caton of Matilde Asensi”. My older niece by passed me all day. I went to the pool alone and when I couldn’t resist the 35 degrees I came back home. I was sitting on a stool in the kitchen area reading the last few pages of the book. I was really absorbed in the novel when suddenly I felt a hand on my back and a push. That was my older niece and I understood that she wanted my attention. She wanted to play. Now?

  • Sabes lo que te digo, Farag?
  • No –repuso soltanto una risa callada-, pero me espero cualquiere cosa.
  • Hacer el amor es lo mas maravillo del mundo – afirme convencida; el volvio a reir quedamente.
El ultimo Caton

You should read “El ultimo Caton” and pay attention to one of my favorite phrases at the end:

 To make love is the most wonderful in the world.


The third week, I spent more time with my sister alone. She is taking English business classes twice a week, but that week it was three times. I went with her. Everyday before getting into the sky-train, I bought a hot Americano coffee (without sugar). I was carrying a millions things as always, she took my coffee a said: Run! We got in the sky-train, but the coffee spilled. If you have been to Thailand (or Cambodia), you would know than local people use plastic bags for whatever and wherever.  It was like a fish in a fishbowl. The bag was the fishbowl, the coffee was the water and the cup was the fish.


Pizza, pizza, pizza! My niece said when I walked into the house. It was Friday night. We called Avanti to order pizza, but they didn’t take the call.  We wanted pizza! We worried it might be closed. I will go there. I said. I thought, sure they have red wine. I was waiting for the 2 pizzas and meantime I had a glass of red wine. It was Friday!

We tried a new Thai cuisine restaurant called Nara. Be careful if you visit this place with your niece, because she could tell you: “tia” let’s go! You are full and have to follow her around the mall (running!). How much energy the babies have after eating! But always, you are not full enough for a sweet.  Kinotoya cheese tart, was the option. Delicious! (Originated from Kinotoya).  I would love to visit Japan!.



A chocolate attack happened on Sunday night! I had sashimi of tuna and salmon at home, and suddenly: I wanted chocolate! Thank God that there are 7 eleven available at every 2 or 3 block in Bangkok. I was looking for chocolate infinity Magnum, but they just had pink pomegranate & white Magnum. The choice was a chocolate with chocolate and chocolate cone.  I sat on the swing in the garden and I looked up to the sky (it was a cloudy night), just a week left with a new adventure around the corner. I sighed.

I finished the wine; the intense purple color of the wine tasted lovely. The maid gifted me a bottle of wine from her town, at the northeast of Thailand bordering Laos. It tastes different, something like a grape juice with a little bit alcohol.

Both nieces are turning 1 and 2 years on June and July and they are leaving for Spain in summer time in a week. But before they leave Bangkok we should celebrate the party at “Bangkok Garden” with all their international friends.


Not a single person was missing at the party. All children with the mummies and nannies, also some daddies were lost in the party


I am the auntie and I was everywhere under the orders of my sister. I was tired to wear flip-flops so I put on my colorful flowery shoes. You cannot imagine how many times I took the lift. Up- down & down-up! The funniest thing was: one of the two lift at our tower was under servicing. You know, Friday around 4.30pm. Up-down & down-up… Everybody! Wait… The funniest thing, when I took the rest of the ice-cream cake to drop it up stairs; I was sweating ( it was a humid and hot windy day in Bangkok) and when I arrived at our floor I felt lost. Where Am I? Damn! I was in another tower.  I have an explanation for that: we had the party under another tower and for some reason in one of my up-down & down-up I made a small mistake.

I was very happy to be in this particular birthday party and I have to say thank you to coming to: the Japanese-Russian girl, The Thai-British girl, The Lebanese sister and brother, the Thai-Australian girl, The Tai-American girl, the pure Korean girl, , the three pure Thai girls, The pure Chinese boy, The French-Rumanian boy, the Thai-Irish girl and to my pure Spanish nieces. And the old couple Japanese and Mexican had also come. If you told me 3 years ago that I would be in Bangkok in this party. I would tell you if you were crazy… But everything is possible in this small world.



Time to fly again… Kob koon kaa & Sawadee Kaa! ( Thanks & Bye bye). If you are a boy you would say krub instead of kaa. KAO JAI MAI?


Nules. After a year.

After a year, it was time to visit my hometown. This time I flew from Dubai. You are reading right : “From Dubai”. What am I doing in Dubai? You will discover later.


I stopped at Zurich before landing in my comfort area in Spain. Ten hours for me in Zurich, between the Earth and clouds. A cappuccino with a chocolate croissant in a cool cafe with my thoughts. And a couple of red wines in a vinoteca with a green house. It was enough time to feel the change.

I waiting for my baggage impatiently; my parents and my brother were waiting for me at the Valencia airport. When I saw them, my tears fell. The year flew past, but home is home, and the feelings are feelings.  “ Ojos que no ven, Corazon que no siente”.


I would spend 16 days at home. Everything was organized, all jotted in my notebook (made of natural cork). My rest time was  bedtime, not beyond, but I was happy as I am. Always busy, always free.

The email arrived in time, or maybe out of time. It was Saturday; I was enjoying a journey with my parents and brother in Madrid. I had delayed my flight by two weeks. My attitude had changed and you could see deception in my face. I was lost for a moment.

Come on! Weak up! Get up! Think, plan, be you! I was trapped in time, but my smile returned in a while.

I got more free time for my family, friends, shopping, to read, to write and of course to eat. Why not, I jumped in my car with a couple of bags with things without thinking and I pressed the accelerator to the surest a 200km from my hometown. It seams nothing, but it is a lot in degrees and life.

For 3 years I couldn’t drive, you know how India is. Don’t you know? You should visit it, I can’t explain!

It was a hard job to get a car from my father and drive it. Well, not yet. I am driving my brother’s car. It was very funny when my father told me: see Marisol, one car is old and not comfortable to drive it, and the other one doesn’t suit you. You know, it is big and a family car. I think your brother’s car is better for you.

I looked at my father and I said: you are totally right. I am wearing this dress with stilettos, my read nails, pink lips. My brother’s car is a black sports car, three doors and double exhaust pipe. Sure Daddy, you are always right. “La mujer y el coche no se dejan”.


I love to drive; you feel free, independent and more of that if you don’t have to watch the watch. One of all my dreams is to take a caravan and be lost. Maybe, some day. Do you want to come?

After my escapade, another week at home. I was sleeping more than 8 hours a day. My complexion is glowing. Are these holidays?

“Les pelles de Nules”. Since the last 9 years Nules has a new festival. On a Saturday of April the citizens make “paella Valenciana” on the streets. That festival is getting to be very important and with increasing participants.



I was there for the third time. After 6 years I relived the same. I felt nostalgia. Everything was like always, but different. I have changed and grow up. Some times I feel like a Martian in a different planet. People say that happens with expats people once back home. I can’t explain it, but the feeling is very weird.

After a Sunday day in Spain I fell asleep at midnight. Sundays in my hometown: Breakfast, brunch, aperitif, lunch, coffee, a drink and finally dinner. Trust me, that is true!  If you are a strong person doesn’t matter what you do the night before. Well, when you are young you can have breakfast and brunch before go to bed. That depends on you.

It was time to say “bye bye”, three farewell days; “Sushi para principiantes” (not like the book of Marian Keyes), we made sushi in a friend’s house at lunchtime, it was rice wherever, but it was very fun. I love to eat with chopsticks. At least once a week I like to eat with them.

 “Just girls” We left everyone and everything aside, for few hours just us. You cannot imagine how many topics girls can start and not finish. The best moment was when we left the restaurant to go home. Time to take the car, but I started to walk. What are you doing? Walking. All my friends looked at me. It is late, cold, far away. Girls: it is 10.30pm, 18 degrees and 700m away from my home. Are you girls kidding me? They laughed and said: You are a city girl.

It is great fun when you live in a small town and take the car for everything and funnier when you have to park closer your home than the place that you would like to visit.

Flight time arrived after a month in Nules, but I didn’t take off. Again I couldn’t do it.

I have planned everything again. May has started and with it a festival in Almansa. “ Moros y Cristianos”. My best friend from my great time in Benidorm is from Almansa. She always takes a free week’s leave for this festival, and spends time there with old friends and family. I have visit Almansa several times and also that festival 6 years ago in 2010. I loaded my car trunk and rushed to Almansa. Always I enjoy visiting Raquel’s family and friends. Her family and friends also  visited Benidorm when we were there. I feel like home always. 2 days off from home.

Have you visited the Caribbean? You should visit Almansa, not for the hot weather there, but I knew a place that no matter what the temperature outside, it is always are 26 degrees there.

The acupuncture world. The physiotherapist who attended my neck after a massage decided to introduce me in the world of acupuncture . I was curios about it. I parked my car in front of the door after my trip from Almansa. When I realized I was laying on the bed with 15 spikes on my body and a blanket cover me. He said: Marisol, now relax and enjoy it. You can sleep and will leave you 40 minutes here.  I thought: yeah, sure I will sleep with 15 spikes nailed in my body.

I was there with open eyes like a big owl feeling all the spikes. Suddenly my eye itches, then my ear, then my neck, then my leg, then my arm… I couldn’t move! The blanket was pressing the spikes into my body. I couldn’t say if the experience was good or not, but I fell asleep when I arrived home. Just few things relax me as a glass of red wine, a good book, writing some fun memories, great sex and now the Acupuncture.

I couldn’t resist more after 45 days of waiting and feeling blocked. Several skype calls, videos, and photos of my nieces from Bangkok. Booked flight for Bangkok!

My trip to Madrid after 3 days in Spain seams ages ago. I went to legalize my degree certificate. You couldn’t imagine the amount of stamps that a single piece of paper can need. Thanks my friend who helped me I didn’t  go crazy around Madrid. I took the fast train from Valencia to Madrid (Ave is a king of trains. It means bird in English). 356 km in 1 hour and 20 minutes. That’s great! I spent the travel time in the café, having a coffee and reading the newspaper. Once I alighted it was already 6 degrees in Madrid. Unbelievable! I had a milk hot coffee and “torrijas” to get warm. I was very happy seeing her after a year in Mumbai. My oldest sister in Mumbai. After all procedures, we had lunch in an India restaurant with her daughter too.


We wanted to recall our Mumbai times, but it was not the same. If you want to try Indian food, go over there. Then we met others two friends from our Mumbai days. We had a Spanish wine and “tapas” mixed with memories.


I was in a hurry and at risk to get ready and the world has stopped.

I want to explain about “Paella Valenciana” and different kind of meals made with rice. An idea, says more than 1000 words. Paella is paella. Rice with something is rice with something.

Paella Valenciana



Arroz negro


Arros del senyoret (Rice with pilled seafood)


There are a million kind of meals made with rice cooked in a big pan called “paella”. My favourite meal made with the “paella” is the “fideua”,  made with pasta.


Countdown! Packing time and move on. See you soon sweet home!