Rota: my dream place to escape and become a professional writer.

As I sit on the bus on the way back to Sevilla, with my son peacefully asleep on my lap, I can’t help but wonder if I’m living in the wrong place.

Should I really be in a city which becomes so suffocating, with no sea breeze, and brings such intense summer months? Do I really want to have to endure such extreme conditions every year during July and August?

After the worst August of my life, I’m so glad we got away. Having to go through such suffering while my wife caught that damn pneumonia has changed my outlook on life.

bmdLife is too short, don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today.

So, maybe I should be getting a bus straight back to Rota.

Only I can’t.

My life, house and job are in Sevilla…for the moment.

I do love Sevilla. I fact, only today I was there with my family and we had a fantastic day out: exploring yet again Parque de los Principes, having tapas in Triana, walking by the River Guadalquivir, coffee opposite Alfonso 13, and messing about in the Jardines de Murillo. It was a perfect end to a disastrous summer break.

I would love to live in Rota, but I’d feel like a traitor to Sevilla, the city which has provided me with such happiness, a wife, a life, and two wonderful kids.

But will I stay there forever?

I dream of becoming a professional writer. Having enough time to focus on writing all the blogs, articles, and novels that buzz about my mind all day.

But I have a mortgage to pay, mouths to feed, and until I get that book deal, or become a bestselling author, I have to keep my head down and plough on.

But when my time comes, I’d love to think I could buy a house in Rota.

btyMy dream would be to have a place looking out over the sea. I’d wake early and go for a run, or a swim, or to the gym, or maybe all three. Once home, I’d have breakfast with my wife and kids and drop them to school (not my wife, she is far too old for school now). Then I’d go home, sit at my desk overlooking the sea, and crack on with my novel, until I pick up my kids again.

We’d have lunch on the patio, or in the garden, and chat about their school day. Then I’d help with their homework, take them to football practice, or dance classes, or whatever they choose. After we’d stroll by the beach, or take the dog for a walk together.

Then we’d have dinner, unless I was out watching Rota v Real Madrid or something. We’d chat about the day, have a laugh, and I’d read them bedtime stories, until they are old enough to read me one.

Then once they were back in bed, I’d get back to the writing, or reading, or just chilling with my wife chatting about life while sipping on chilled Rioja.

Weekends would be spent on the beach, fishing, eating out, meeting friends, going to strange birthday parties, or driving about some unknown place in Andalusia.

At Rota I feel relaxed, and inspired. I love it there, more than I do here. So why not just go there now?

btyOne day, while I walked about as my kids and wife had a siesta, I thought up a short story; something I haven’t done for ages. It was about an American military dude who fell in love with a Spanish girl working at an ice cream parlour. It had something to do with the ‘kissing corner’ at the end of Rota beach. I guess it needs a bit of work, but it was so refreshing walking somewhere new and letting my imagination open up and go with the flow.

My desire to become a professional write is a dream, but you have to have dreams, and Rota is a place that inspires my dreams.

This year I didn’t think we were going to make it there, but I’m so glad we did, and I can’t wait to go back.

Life just isn’t that simple anymore though. I can’t just give up my job, our house, and run off to a summer beach town to pursue my dream, or can I? Could I really give it all up here and go and live in Rota?

As much as I love the place, I’m sure things would start to annoy me. Once the bad weather sets in, Rota must be pretty miserable; the wind has to be terribly bitter. What would happen when everyone returned to their normal lives and went back to Sevilla, or the other cities where they live and work?

When I consider living in Rota, I worry that my kids wouldn’t getting the best education. I’m sure the schools and education aren’t at such a high level as in Seville. Maybe I’m wrong. Does it really matter? Is it the teacher, parents or student who really determines the student’s future?

Plus, what about the opportunities for my kids when they grow up; there’s no university, there must be a lack of jobs, and in the end they’d get bored of Rota, and seek freedom in another place so they can spread their wings.

So, as much as I’d love to set up my desk in Rota, for the moment I’ll keep on as I am, teaching English, writing my novels, blogs, and articles, and living in Seville, until I get that lucky break.

7 thoughts on “Rota: my dream place to escape and become a professional writer.

  1. It feels like you are describing my dream (minus kids and wife), but my place would be not Rota, but somewhere on Costa Brava, with a train connection to Barcelona. Living of writing, spending mornings and evenings on the beach, cooking mediterranean food. So far you seem closer to your dream than me (I am still in Norway), but in other concerns maybe not.
    One has to have dreams, as you say. A dream from yesterday is a hope of today and a reality of tomorrow. So cheers to the dreams and dreamers who dare to dream them!

    1. Sounds like we are on the same dreamwave length.

      You have to have dreams, even if they do get broken at times, you just have to get up and make them come alive again.

      Interesting you say to Barcelona on such an important day like today, is there a reason you want to go there?

      I’ve been twice and loved the place.

      Anyways, keep those dreams alive, best of luck.

      Barry

  2. The good thing is Sevilla is near enough to Rota, so that you can keep your dream alive with frequent visits, even 24 hours overnight or a day trip can keep that dream a reality for you. Therefore it is still an OK situation with your current reality versus your dream living scenario. I am stranded here in Scotland and wish with all my heart to be in a warm and sunny place such as I was for well over seventeen years. I am comforted knowing it is not an unrealistic outcome one day in the future, unlike say getting a visa for NZ or down under which are outcomes that cannot happen given my age/ health etc. I have lived by dream power all my life, just with age I am learning to adjust my expectations/ accept my daily reality. I hope to wake up one day in Valencia/ Malaga/Madrid/ Barcelona/ or wheresoever I get my happy ending. In the meantime I am trussed up yet again today in waterproofs and carrying a very large umbrella, which some Buckfast drinking yobbo will try to separate me from at some stage today, Sevilla is mercifully a lot nearer to the glorious costa del la luz than Glasgow my man, and there is only so much loch lomond gawping in the sideways rain a man can take – with age I have come to appreciate I can only get my own way in some matters some of the time, and then it is quite simply a matter of putting on me cowboy boots, whilst getting on with it I nurture and keep alive the dreams within – that is why I love your blogs, and your writing – for me, just for me personally, your writing keeps my own dreams alive and kicking, and for that I tank the Bazza and his mighty pen !

    1. Tanks very much, Mick.

      Yet again lovely kind words. I guess I take it forgranted that I’m here in a hot sunny country. I often forget what it’s like back home.

      Sad to say I haven’t made it to Scotland yet, but would love to go. My parents went to Edinburgh last year and had a great time.

      Glad to keep your dreams alive, my novel comes out this week and could also be an inspiration, so keep an eye out for that.

      Best of luck with everything.

      Thanks again, means a lot that you have taken the time to write.

      Bazza

  3. As always a really great post that makes me feel like I’m there with you :). Just back from 2 weeks in Mijas Pueblo and Calahonda and trying to do my blog and having problems putting my photos in (think I’m near my limit on storage lol!) but as soon as I get it finished it will be zapping its way into the internet. It is so good to read back on my blogs to see what I’ve done over the holidays and reading your blog is the same, definitely feels like we’re with you. 🙂

    1. Hey Ceejay,

      Thanks for writing again. Yeah definitely get your blog up, send me the link when it’s done, you can also add it here for extra hits if you like. Thanks again for reading and commenting. Glad you feel as if you’re with me…all the best.

      Barry

  4. Yes, it’s very tempting to dream of another life somewhere else. I recently recalled the term “destination
    addiction.” It’s what we suffer from when we constantly dream about being somewhere else. I do it, too. I don’t want to leave our wonderful, ideal and peaceful little cabin in the mountains. I have real fear that I would be very unhappy if we did that. We tried to move to another state over 30 years ago when we were first married. We packed up a rental truck, threw in all our furniture and, just before we left, our friends decided to go with us. So…four adults, two small children, a dog, two cats and a hermit crab all moved across the country together. We laugh now and refer to that as the time we “went on a 6 week vacation and took all our furniture with us.” I was so horribly homesick I was actually physically ill. We were back home within 6 weeks and will never try that again! I really am not preaching this but have you heard the saying “Bloom where you’re planted?” Or, the foolish man seeks happiness in the distance. The wise man grows it under his feet.” Oooo…I’m too preachy, sorry! I still think about “somewhere else.” You know, like Ikaria, or Crete, or San Miguel de Allende. Duh.

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