Walking Happy

My mood has been improving these past few weeks. I’ve climbed out of the hole that was my most recent battle with depression. I’ve been doing fairly well, while waiting for my energy and motivation to return. These last couple of days, I feel like I’m back with the living. One sure sign was the fact that I gave San Geraldo a pep talk the other night. At the end I thought, “Hmmm, I must be feeling better.”

There are no cyclonic winds today; it’s summer-like. So, after coffee, I threw in a load of laundry and then went out on the terrace to trim the wind-battered bougainvilleas. I snipped off the dead ends on the yuccas and placed the last two bags of stones to keep the dirt from blowing out of the pots. Then, I cleaned and polished the railings and furniture. The day is so beautiful that I actually took off my shirt while I worked in the sun. I’m looking forward to washing windows this afternoon. Yes, my energy and motivation have returned.

Yesterday — another beautiful day — I went for a 2-hour, 12-km (7.5-mile) walk. I headed south-southwest along this stretch of coast leaving Fuengirola behind and hitting a bit of the open road. Rugged cliffs. Empty beaches.

I had hoped to see some wildlife along the way. There are so many migrants from other places. But all I had was one sighting. I was at a little distance with the sun in the wrong direction, so I couldn’t see all its markings. It was about 6-feet tall with what looked like a bushy, dark crest. I don’t know where it came from, but it appeared to be doing some kind of mating dance. Check out the next-to-the-last photo to see what I saw. (And, of course, click them all for a closer look.)

JUST ABOUT TO LEAVE TOWN.
A SECLUDED SPOT FOR FISHING.
IT’S A LONG WAY BACK.
THE WILDLIFE AT THE FAR END OF MY TREK.
A MAN’S HOME IS HIS CASTLE; THIS ISN’T MINE.  HALF-WAY HOME.

And now, some Steve and Edie…

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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