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Cambrils, market, 1982



                                              Las Fallas, Valencia, early 1980s.


Three ladies, Cambrils, early 1980's




                                         El Colegio Elizabeth, Salou, Tarragona. 1981




                                              View from our apartment in Talavera de la Reina,
                                               1980




                             Fancy horses all dressed up. Jerez de la Fontera.  1975



                                             Small photo album. 1982




                                 
                                               Las Fallas, Valencia, early 1980s


                                       
                                             Searching for bargains. L'Ametlla de Mar. Early 1980s.



Sitges, early 1980s


Cambrils Port, 1981



The Lady from Leon, her family, me and my husband.
Christmas Eve, 1980, Talavera de la Reina.



Our house, Urbanizacion Casalot, Miami Playa, Tarragona.
The house was brand new when we moved in, with brand new furniture.


Teaching English, Talavera de la Reina. 1980-1981

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