Ric Polansky

RIC POLANSKY
Moved to Mojacar in 1969 as a pioneer developer. He reads extensively and has travelled in South America panning gold and looking for El Dorado.

BACK in the 1970’s it was the talk of the town, not just in Almeria but even in distant Hollywood, as any star that was anybody would be making a movie there in the next few years and it was a place to go. On the main street of that…
BACK in 1970 you had your week’s fun in Vera at the Saturday market. That adventure got you out of your daily routine and you could encounter new people and mingle with old friends. A total change of scenery. Of course, the only reason you were at the market was…
I am chagrined. Deeply more than just annoyed. The daily technological bleep (Facebook) concerning what’s happening in our fair town depresses me more than I can tolerate. One learns from living here patience and instantaneously adoptive procedures concerning the constant ad hoc solutions that must be applied to solve the…
Shhh. It’s a well kept family secret. Not that it has anything to really inform the world. I suppose it is quite normal to not be able to dance. Furthermore, none of us, the male members of the clan ever wanted to learn. Never to be seen pirouetting about or…
WITHIN seconds of taking my first drinks in a Spanish bar I became emotionally linked with that wonderful Spanish habit of receiving tapas served with each drink. Even more, as I drank my way around the neighbourhood I became introduced to each bar and their quality of care for the…
I WILL admit, it was all my fault! Something deep inside me just wouldn’t drive past peasant folk as they trudged their way to Vera market. It was a sacred day for them, their only respite from a life of severe routine and abysmal sameness. I thought my minor intervention…
SHE never was a household name, probably not even in her own home, but she became the cover girl for my book. You can see also that she is not unfashionable by today’s standards - in certain parts of London. In all honesty I didn’t know her well. She did…
IF the days appear grey and similar this winter, that’s because they have been. Sometimes it is sunny but cold and others grey and cold. That’s when we need wine and friends most. The pueblo’s best ambling ambassador has solved that. She organises lunches at the culinary school where one…
IN the early 1970’s the most dangerous task you could contemplate or even attempt was driving to Madrid. The journey up wasn’t bad, about six-seven hours, but once you hit the city limits all hell broke loose. A circus of Formula One racing augmented by blazing horns and lots of…
THE road to hell is paved with fine resolutions and good wishes. Yet, change is as inevitable as death. It’s good that each year we seem to give ourselves that opportunity to resolutely make changes that are totally necessary. Unfortunately our blurred and fuzzy psychic, still well confused from New…
I COULD hardly wait. Just five days more until Christmas and I had the most spectacular gift under the tree. Such luck. In our family lottery for gift exchange my oldest brother, an airman living in Berlin, Germany got my name. Nothing could be more exciting. A most certain unique…
IT‘S a story that haunts me to this day: I don’t really want to tell it, but it does allude to all ‘problems in Spain always got sorted out - then.’ Karen shouted to me, Joby is not getting up. He says he has aches and pains and is sweating…
AS if someone waived a magic wand parking spaces have opened up, traffic has diminished drastically and you can once again walk into favourite watering holes and restaurants without booking in advance. And, as if to put the jewel in the crown, we beach folk can once again visit our…
I am always pleased to be distant from town. Naturally I am asked where am I from and know fully well I only have to spit out the word ‘Mojacar’ and it is known and accepted. Unlike people from others places must say, Turre, Almeria to get their full meaning…
It could well be the most unique working olive grove in Spain. “Querencia” it is called, a place where one feels most secure and at home. In every case it offers something unusual for the visitor, a chance to adopt an olive tree for a friend or family. Maybe someone…
IN those long gone years it amused me to find every worker singing on each building site I visited. Rarely together, this is Spain, far too anarchical for a choir but typically their own individual songs concerning their present moods. Back then they all lived on marginal economic strains, barely…
DURING the heat of the blazing summer those of us that lived here had a secret code word to share with each other: ‘September.’ It simply meant soothing temps, the return of lost friends and a chance to get back to our prized daily routines before August abruptly disrupted our…
I HAVE been reminded that I start my 49th year living in Mojacar. Only a few special celebrations of this type should be remembered. But, September 10, 1979 I remember all too well. There were complications. My wife and children were in the states. My two closet buddies were away…
I AM asked often, “what did you do back then without TVs, radio, theatre and seemingly no where to go and nothing to do?” But, in the early days you only had to sit back and contemplate your next meal and you had a plethora of choices. Really good and…
JUST how long would it take you to get prepared to go the beach? Back in the 1970’s you searched for a towel and shut the door behind you. Nothing else was required. Those good old days are well gone. Truly forgotten. These modern times require that no part of…

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