Muddy Waters

It’s been raining. That’s an understatement. We were well below normal rainfall until this week. I don’t know where we are now, except under water. It’s beautiful (I say). It’s awful (San Geraldo says). However, I will admit it limits what we can do — except on our newly enclosed terrace!

(Click the images for a flash flood.)

ONE OF VERY FEW PEOPLE ON THE STREET (AS SEEN FROM ABOVE).
FROM THE DRY AND CYCLONIC-WIND–FREE TERRACE.
STANDING IN FRONT OF OUR BUILDING AT 11:00.
DEBATING HOW FAR TO WALK FOR COFFEE.
BAR BARBORU, BELOW OUR BUILDING, SEEMS LIKE A GOOD IDEA.
AROUND THE CORNER EARLY THIS MORNING
(ROBBIE, THE CHEF AT BARBORU, SHARED THE PHOTO WITH ME.)
THE USUALLY DRY CHANNEL NEARBY.
MUDDY WATERS FLOWING DOWN FROM THE MOUNTAINS…
…AND CARVING A WIDER CHANNEL INTO THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA.
BACK ON THE TERRACE.
STILL DRY AND CYCLONIC-WIND–FREE!

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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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