Last week, I titled a post “Be Careful What You Wish For.” Today reinforced that statement. It has been hot in Sevilla. This is not unusual. We know that it is always hot in Sevilla in July and August. But, we haven’t seen a drop of rain since our arrival 14 July. So, I had been thinking, “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a little rain to freshen the air and wash the pavement.”
Yesterday was 41 degrees (106F). Today dropped below 31 (88F). I thought it would feel cool after all this heat, so I suggested we take a walk to the plaza in front of the Museum of Fine Arts. There’s an art show every Sunday morning with local artists displaying and selling their work. We could then find a tapas bar nearby for lunch and we could then go to the movies. There’s a movie theater a couple of streets away from there that shows movies in their original languages. There’s always at least one in English.
|PLAZA MUSEO (MUSEUM PLAZA) WITH THE MUSEUM IN THE BACKGROUND.|
We had breakfast at the hotel, I hustled Jerry out of the room early (well, 11:00), and we walked the 20 minutes or so to the museum. Before we left the room, I read online that there was a 20 percent chance of rain. This made it a bit more muggy than we had anticipated, but it was definitely significantly cooler. We loved the sound of thunder in the distance as we walked by the Metropol Parasol. But, the chance of rain was only 20 percent so, no big deal. We arrived at the plaza under dark and cloudy skies. That helped to cool the air, so we were grateful.
|WILL HAVE TO GET BACK ANOTHER DAY TO CHECK OUT THIS GUY’S ETCHINGS.|
We immediately came upon an artist named Mercedes Paz. She had beautiful paintings and drawings, many with a flamenco theme. The subjects were interesting and edgy: dancers caught in repose and looking less exotic, groups and individuals caught behind the scenes when no one was supposed to be looking, flamenco dancers past their prime. We fell in love with one very large watercolor crayon drawing of a proud, aging, and less-than-svelte dancer. As we talked to the artist — and learned that she lived in Los Angeles 30 years ago and has a friend who owns an antique store in Santa Barbara — it began to rain.
Fortunately, Mercedes had shrink-wrapped all her drawings and water colors. Although it didn’t rain heavily, it came down steadily enough that all the artists packed up their things for the short-term. We sheltered under the huge fig trees in the plaza to protect our precious purchase (it was surprisingly inexpensive, by the way).
|IT’S A SUNDAY IN LATE AUGUST. EVERYTHING IS CLOSED AS I HEAD TO THE APARTMENT.|
Jerry and I, wet and a little uncomfortable, decided to head over to our apartment a few minutes away to drop off our first Sevillano original. The rain lessened as we walked and the sun came out. The sun caused the streets and buildings to steam and this 31-degree day was suddenly much less tolerable than the recent 41-degree days. I headed upstairs and dropped off the drawing. Our moods and shirts had dampened along with the day. We took a cab back to our little air-conditioned room. I sure hope this is our last Sunday in the hotel.
I went back out to the plaza and our apartment this afternoon to take some pictures. Nobody, but nobody, is gonna rain on my parade! (And I have now renewed my gay card for another year. I wish getting a residency card were that easy.)