The winds have been blowing in Fuengirola for a little more than two days. The seas are rough and continue to get rougher. I think it’s breathtaking. San Geraldo does not. He hates the “evil,” “cyclonic” winds, which is why he so likes the fact that what we’re seeing is actually called “la tormenta” (the storm), his new favorite Spanish word. It makes no difference to him that “torment” in Spanish is actually “tormento” (ending with an “o” instead of an “a”). (Increase the torment by clicking on the images.)
|RISING SEAS TUESDAY AFTERNOON.
MY INCREDIBLE WALK ON THE BEACH BEFORE THE WINDS BLEW IN.
|ALMOST HOME TUESDAY AFTERNOON.|
I’ll admit, the winds have been a bit fearsome. That big yucca was blown over again this morning (at 5:45). This time, the wire securing it was snapped. We picked it up and hauled it and a bunch of plants over to the sheltered corner of the terrace in front of the living room doors. We’re thinking we’ll glass-in (with accordion-type windows) the side terrace and resolve the “cyclonic winds” issue.
|THURSDAY MORNING 7 A.M. ONE YUCCA GONE (BUT NOT TOO FAR).|
So, while I constantly stare with awe at the spectacular and awesome sea and skies, San Geraldo closes his shutters, puts on his headphones, and turns up the music to block out the “frightening and destructive” spectacle.
|DUDO… ANOTHER ONE WHO THINKS “TORMENTA” IS APPROPRIATE.
(OR MAYBE HE’S FANTASIZING ABOUT RIDING THE WAVES.)
|SAN GERALDO THINKS THE SEA IS GETTING TOO CLOSE. (NOT TO WORRY.)|