The first time I visited Tenerife way in the early 1970’s, the island of Tenerife was unquestionably Spain. People talked Spanish, meal times were quite different from the actual stuff dished up back in England, most people living there were- acutally they were Spanish. Roll on a handful of decades and exactly what do we have?
Particular small villages enjoy a absolutely mixed ambience to them, without any real prominence achieved ; a Danish man existing adjacent to a German, who may have an Irishman on the other side ; is a common variety of circumstance. Many, slightly older, more longer settled areas are still Speaking spanish, however some neighborhoods are incredibly British and I suggest rather British. British businesses, English speaking cafes (sometimes including full British public house along with horse brasses and carpet), English language dining establishments usually displaying signs with complete English breakfast dished up all day’ chalked up with regard to their non -Spanish customers.
The English began showing up in modest numbers in the 70’s increasing on a yearly basis until finally the influx of British migration began to abate along with the global financial mayhem from the recent years. Countless factors merged to produce this specific invasion (generally with blood); affordable vino, higher retirement benefits, all year round sunshine, higher house prices at home and a perception within a lot of Brits that things back home were not as they used to be. This sense of a land transforming for the worse is really a European wide phenomenon although no place felt as profoundly as in Great britain.
Village after village packed with the English and living like only we English can do ; devoid of regard to the life style or environment around us. Just how much everything has switched presently, the formerly absent sounds of Spanish is certainly coming back, the fried breakfast as well as pint of lager are now infrequently found, a bizarre thing is happening. The Brits are vanishing; not totally but some seaside communities, formally full with Brits, are either empty or rather more Spanish speaking compared to what they were even a year or so ago.
Just as a mixture of reasons caused their arrival an odd mixture is responsible for their disappearance. The cost of living has rocketed, the Euro can make stuff far more expensive and the drop in house prices back home has made the very idea of possessing a Spanish house, once inside the reach of the masses, now a distant aspiration.
Even so there’s a cause for the return of those, not too homesick Britons; a cause other than that of just money. Simply put a lot of people as a result of numerous years of residing abroad have started to realise that matters are generally not perfect over here, and they’ve simply arrived back home to be around the things they recognize best.