By Friday afternoon, a day with some sunshine and only a little drizzle here and there, the City of Fuengirola had finished piling up all the debris washed ashore from our previous week of storms. There was, of course, the typical trash, but the primary flotsam was bamboo stalks.
San Geraldo wondered where all the bamboo had come from. I said I thought it had all come from the sea. He said he thought I was a smart ass.
Throughout Friday, the pile of bamboo and other debris grew higher and higher right across the street. I wanted San Geraldo to climb on top for my photos. He thought about it and decided it was too dangerous. Sometimes he can be so mature.
|FROM THE TERRACE FRIDAY MORNING.|
|FROM THE PASEO FRIDAY AFTERNOON.|
|DUDO AND MOOSE ENJOYING FRIDAY’S BIT OF SUNSHINE
ON THEIR TERRACE RETREAT.
It’s raining again, and it’s supposed to do so with a vengeance. Over these next few days, we’re expecting double the accumulation of the last round of storms. But despite the weather and the news from around the world, Fuengirola has built a mountain and I’m ‘gonna’ push my daydream up that mountain slope (it’s all in the song below).
“I don’t know how I’m gonna do it; only know I’m gonna try…”