My name is Verity. I’ve been living in Spain for thirty-something years, most of them working as a freelance translator.
We came to Madrid in 1980 when David got a job teaching in an international school. I started out dealing with the English correspondence for a firm of Peruvian lawyers and giving English classes. Two children and a couple of career changes later, we now live in a village in the middle of nowhere, where my ex-teacher husband decided to take on the local bar and then opened a restaurant. That kept him out of trouble for 16 years, but he has now retired. He’s still trying to decide what to do with all the unaccustomed free time, but in the meantime he makes my lunch and looks after the plants. If he gets bored, he comes and waves at me through the office window.
Now I’m no longer a reluctant part-time waitress, accountant, laundrywoman and shopper for the restaurant I have more time for my translations, and hopefully I’ll manage to keep up this blog. Although I’m not entirely sure this is a good idea. Someone might come in here one day and tap me on the shoulder while I’m hunched over the computer and I’ll disintegrate into a pile of dust. I really should get out more.