We haven’t had much sunshine here in Fuengirola since our return nearly two weeks ago. Given the miserable weather we experienced in New York, while we were there San Geraldo insisted he would never again complain about Fuengirola’s weather. He lied. I’ve complained, too, but I never said I wouldn’t.
|A WALK ON THE BEACH LAST WEEK.
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Still, the view is pretty amazing. Even if the wind gusts got so strong minutes before the solar eclipse that our table and chairs got blown over and tossed from one corner of the terrace to the other. Fortunately, there was no damage. The glass table top didn’t get a scratch. But some of the furniture ended up in the living room for the remainder of the day. (I appear to have a hernia — doctor’s appointment tomorrow — so San Geraldo did all the heavy lifting.)
|NOT VERY GOOD FOR SITTING.|
“That spanking full rigger to New York was bound…”