Well when aren't they. It is very different out here and we have to 'start from scratch' with all the formalities. This week was meant to be sorting the Spanish Health system and having the windows fitted in the garage. The latter should have been last week or even the week before but our garage is obviously not high on the priority list even though it is probably only a 15 minute job.
We awoke Monday morning with grim determination to get to grips with the Spanish Health System. We had already started the process by getting hold of the padron which in effect says that you live in a certain municipality. This gives you the go ahead to join the health service, without it you aren't allowed, and also buy a car. Although completely unrelated neither can be achieved without being in possession of ths A4 sheet relevantly stamped and signed by the mayor.
Copies of all stated documents together with the originals were gathered together and we made our way to the Securidad Social following some very good directions given by Lynne our neighbour, only to be flummoxed by having to negotiate some unexpected road works. In the process of negotiation we missed the building the first time around the town but managed to spot the building we needed ten minutes later on the 2nd time around exactly where she had said it was. We found a parking space adjacent and entered and took a number for our turn. We managed to find our way to a counter at the right time only to be asked if we had brought a copy of our marriage certificate. Now I don't have any problem with being married or showing a certificate to prove the fact but nowhere on any of the paperwork were we asked to produce our marriage certificate. We had assumed that the pieces of paper which had been issued by the UK Social Security to say we were entitled to full Health care in Spain was the equivalent of proof as I was stated to be a dependant. However, my papers were thrust back at me when I said the certificate was 'en mi casa' and Michael was duly issued with his new papers to be presented at the Centro de Salud or local medical centre (equivalent to a cottage hospital really) for the walking wounded. Well there was not much use going through the next process for Michael without me as we'd end up duplicating everything so we decided we would have time to get home and back before the Securidad Social office closed.
We duly returned and when our turn came we were ushered to a different desk - a kindly gentleman who had an OCD tendency to have all his rubber stamps lined up in a particular way at a certain distance apart. This had been my source of entertainment to watch him during our earlier wait. He queried why we weren't doing the papers at the same time. I just showed him the marriage certificate, said we hadn't had it earlier and pointed to the other desk where we had sat. He smiled and duly issued the papers that I needed.
We left Huercal Overa with the promise that we would return one day to explore the town in more depth as we had been quite taken in by the town which is actually probably the nearest large town to where we live but so far we have gravitated to two others. This thought was perhaps to be an omen.
Now, all our fellow neighbours have been here for longer than us and the only way they could get there 'padron' because of the naming of streets etc. was by declaring the developers flat as their residence. This is an easy process but just recently the town hall there have realised that there are quite an exceptional number of people living in this 2 bedroom flat - but that is another story for another day. Anyway the next set of instructions we had received were that we were to go to the Centro de Salud in Albox to register the papers which we had just got from Huercal Overa only to find that they closed an hour before the Securidad Social so that was it for Monday.
Monday night was as windy as ever and not much sleep was had by the female members of the Woolnough household. Rekjas and shutters make very effective whistles but not very tuneful especially at 2 o clock in the morning. However we braved the day and decided to make our way to Albox Centro de Salud to effectively apply for our Green Card - without which no medical attention other than emergency can be sought. We arrived and queued and eventually were ushered into the office where they issue the cards. The lady dealing with us was having a discussion with her colleague whilst looking through our paperwork and the copies. She stopped and apologised and made a phone call. Now we are getting quite good at understanding Spanish to a minor degree but when they get excited they speak too fast and my poor old ears just can't listen that fast. Anyway after the brief call she explained that there was not a problem so not to worry and drew a map on a piece of paper to show that our padron is not actually in their area. I have never heard anyone aplogise so much in my life - it was almost as if it was her fault. We told her it wasn't a problem and we would go to the right Centro which was after all in - Hueral Overa. I know we had said that we wanted to go and see more of it but not quite that soon! With our Spanish lesson half an hour away followed by a quiz at the Pool Bar in La Alfoquia there was definitely not enough time to return to Huercal that day.
We came 3rd in the quiz and won a terracotta outside thermometer. We had been looking for one so that will save us one job. It was a nice social occassion - next week they are doing a local walk which we hope to join in on so we can get to know some of the nooks and crannies of the local village.
An early night was had after our return from the quiz - lack of sleep and the howling winds were taking their toll on me - I managed to sleep the clock around apart fom the odd trip into the en suite....
We awoke early again on Wednesday armed with google maps of the Centro de Salud in Huercal Overa. Don't ever trust google in foreign areas - we made several passes of the town center finally deciding that we would perhaps be better on foot when we could ask for directions of real human beings. So we found a parking space and made our way to the nearby farmacia to ask for directions. The mood of the day was totally lifted when the young lady behind the counter understood my plea for help (OK cynics she was Spanish and the whole conversation was conducted in Spanish and I thought I understood her reply!) We left the farmacia and followed the road in the direction we had taken earlier in the car and we walked for quite a way and no sign of the Centro. The Theatre, the town hall and the courthouse were there - I started doubting my understanding of the conversation - had what I took as todo recto (straight on) really been derecho (right). That would have been quite easy to muddle really. So we duly retraced our steps and took the right turn at the roundabout (had she really meant the roundabout?) It was Michael's turn to ask as we were not having any success and wondered if we were on candid camera and being filmed when he asked and was told by a young man in uniform a completely different direction. When we rounded the corner and found ourselves back where we started Michael spied a couple sporting poppies. They looked decidedly English so he took the chance and approached them. They were a lovely Norwich couple from our own nearby village. They were indeed going in that direction anyway so escorted us, pointing out several shops and cafes they frequent which are particularly good value. We found ourselves once again by the Theatre and the court house. The Centro was indeed behind us - it's facade obscured from view by works being carried out on the neighbouring property. It was much smaller than the one we had been to in error the day before which had been like a mini hospital. We entered after bidding our new found friends thanks and farewell to be greeted by another very nice smiley gentleman who dealt with us most efficiently and issued us with yet another piece of paper with a stamp which was to be given to the doctor in the local village. The green cards are to follow in the post (at least I think that is what he said - again in Spanish). By this time it was too late to visit the doctors - so we drove home, had some lunch, spent some time cleaning the pool and took the dog for a longer than usual walk as the wind had reduced to normal levels and it was very pleasant.
Thursday - we went to find the doctors - never where you expect them to be especially if you are following Google maps - and weneeded an interpreter to go with us as our Spanish is definitely not up to it. We arranged to use James the local tnterpreter and left our contact details so he could get back to us to make final arrangements including telling us where it actually was.
We decided to make the final onslaught on the Health System today with James's help.
Today duly arrived and strategies were put into place so that James would only have to join us for the actual Doctor bit - waiting around in Spanish Doctors waiting rooms is an experience in itself. More of a social occassion when people catch up on all the local gossip.... We arrived at 11 but had been warned already by James that Dr. would be taking his break soon but we went and got our number (similar system to Sainbury's deli counter really). When he came out putting his coat on at 11.45 there were 3 patients before us yet to go in. Everybody adjourned to their various places ( we had a cuppa at a cafe) and we all met back at the surgery 45 minutes later. We finally went in. To our amazement when he went into his computer system our details were already updated and all he had to do was to write up our current medications and issue us with our prescriptions which we took to the farmacia and had made up. We arrived home at about 2.
Despite a facade to the contrary the system is very efficient and we were welcomed at all stages of the process - but then the Spanish are brought up with a great respect for the elderly!
We duly renewed the car hire and have had a relaxing rest of the day catching up on a mixture of correspondence and Spanish homework - but we are starting to see the fruits of our efforts.
Still no windows in the garage.
Market day tomorrow then we hope to start the painting of the wall and garage now that the wind has dropped.
Next week we have to go through the process of taking the animals to the vets for their checks, and rearranging the living room to accommodate the computer and printer whilst hopefully finishing painting the garage. We will go into Albox to join the local Group of Friends and already have 2 charity quizzes and a walk lined up. You should see the pile of ironing which has built up.
When did we ever find time to go to work?