We ditched the UK for Spain, we love the sun and relaxed culture, but paying bills & getting post is a total nightmare
Becky, a mum-of-two, was sick of working to just pay the bills when she decided to move to Alicante in Spain, a port city known for its golden beaches.
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In one viral clip, Becky said there is no chaotic morning rush for school and that teachers are much more relaxed.
She revealed that not only do teachers give students kisses on the cheek, but parents always casually hang around the gate after saying goodbye to their kids.
But now, Becky has revealed the truth about living in Spain and just how 'easy' it is.
While she says Spain 'still has her heart,' she explains that some day-to-day tasks are a total nightmare to do abroad.
In a short clip uploaded online, the content creator shared a detailed list of the struggles her family have faced since moving there.
She said that paperwork isn't easy as you need seven documents and a stamp to get things verified.
While UK post offers next day delivery and turns up at your doorstep, she said the reality in Spain is very different.
"Spain: Parcel lost in the void. Try asking your neighbour, or their dog," she said.
Becky said that customer service was also not up to par, while she was used to polite call staff in the UK, she said you're often left on hold in Spain before being hung up on.
And bills were a total nightmare to pay as well, rather than being able to pay online, she said you have to go to the bank and pay in cash on specific days.
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Becky said bank holidays are also hard to navigate as every town has their own ones rather than them being nationwide.
She finished the video saying: "Lif ein Spain is amazing... but dont come here thinking it's 'plug and play.'
"It's more, unplug, photocopy, replug, stamp and hope."
The clip soon went viral on her TikTok account @ bex_from_rain_to_spain with over 12k views and 200 likes.
People were quick to take to the comments and it seemed many agreed with Becky.
One person wrote: "Even speaking Spanish these things can be difficult."
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Another commented: "10 years and still needed stamps can make you cry."
"Buying a car in UK, insured in 2 minutes, taxed in 2 minutes, in your name online 2 minutes, in Spain 2 weeks," penned a third.
Meanwhile a fourth said: "Not easier but you're free time is so much more enjoyable."
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