Some books are a perilous, careening journey on treacherous mountain roads. Some are a slog through a desert, searching for the next oasis. This was neither of those. This was a very pleasant, meandering drive through a lovely countryside, punctuated by chuckles and out-loud laughs. Victoria Twead (is that her real name? Really, I can't think of a name that could possibly sound more British!) does an excellent job of not telling us every detail of their move and their settling in Spain, but instead hands us the brightest, funniest gems. A very enjoyable read.