Back in the UK, your mate Darren is sitting in his semi-detached in Sheffield wearing three jumpers, a bobble hat, and fingerless gloves like he’s starring in a Victorian Christmas special. He’s got the heating on “low” because the electric bill has just arrived and it looks like a ransom note. He mutters things like “daylight robbery” while boiling the kettle only halfway.
Meanwhile, down in Spain, you’re standing on your terrace in shorts, sunglasses on, sipping a cold beer at 11am for absolutely no reason at all. Your solar panels are crunching away in the sun like energetic little elves, and your monthly electric bill strolls into your inbox at a smug, gentle 10,00€. You glance at it and laugh — partly because it’s cheap, and partly because the email subject line still can’t spell your name correctly.
You send Darren a photo of your blue sky, a palm tree, and your 10€ bill. He replies with a photo of his smart meter climbing like it’s trying to reach Everest. You feel slightly guilty… for about two seconds. Then the sun hits your back and you decide a quick dip in the pool will help you process the emotional weight of your extremely affordable Spanish lifestyle.
When you’re buying a house out here, make sure you can get solar panels installed!
