They have a complicated tax system in this country and woe betide any slacker like myself who forgets to change their address as this has proved costly. Not only was I done for tax dating back five to eight years but they also froze my bank account and extracted the money owed. Make sure your employer contibutes properly and that you do a declaration de renta every year.
On a more cheerful note, a visit to the University city of Salamanca included a visit to the Octoberfest with real German beer, sausages, oom pah music and some cabaret style performers who were larger than life in every way.
Anyway Leinster have a break for the autumn internationals and looking a little jaded in their defeat to Glasgow last Friday night, it will do them no harm and will return to batle against the Dragons on Saturday November 25th at six thirty Madrid time
lunes, 27 de octubre de 2008
viernes, 17 de octubre de 2008
Only twenty eight hours till Wasps
This is my first entry and I will give a brief introduction to the author of this blog.
I have been living in Madrid for nearly eight years, I spent my first 23 in Ireland being educated in what one might believe to be institutions of the advantaged. Off to lovely London in the late eighties of emigration where my time was spent in the not so high flying world of insurance during the day and the pubs of an evening.
On my return to Dublin a little more time in insurance convinced one that ther was a life in another direction. A TEFL qualification and a few months on the dole when suddenly an opportunity to become a teacher in a Spanish school in Bray, Co. Wicklow was to change my life forever.
After a number of years teaching , I headed down Iberia way where I know reside and work north of Madrid with weekends spent in central Madrid watching rugby and sipping beer with an odd collection of ex-pats.
Only twenty-six hours till my beloved Leinster face Wasps in the R.D.S. As Ross would say Come on Drico and the boys¡
I have been living in Madrid for nearly eight years, I spent my first 23 in Ireland being educated in what one might believe to be institutions of the advantaged. Off to lovely London in the late eighties of emigration where my time was spent in the not so high flying world of insurance during the day and the pubs of an evening.
On my return to Dublin a little more time in insurance convinced one that ther was a life in another direction. A TEFL qualification and a few months on the dole when suddenly an opportunity to become a teacher in a Spanish school in Bray, Co. Wicklow was to change my life forever.
After a number of years teaching , I headed down Iberia way where I know reside and work north of Madrid with weekends spent in central Madrid watching rugby and sipping beer with an odd collection of ex-pats.
Only twenty-six hours till my beloved Leinster face Wasps in the R.D.S. As Ross would say Come on Drico and the boys¡
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