We’ve had record-breaking cold temperatures here in Fuengirola. The record is since forever or since recent memory depending on who you ask. But we’ve been here four years and we’ve never experienced it this cold. And, no, those of you in much colder parts of the world, I’m not looking for sympathy (although it would be nice), I’m just stating the facts.
Beaches in Málaga were covered with snow. People in Mijas Pueblo, less than 15 minutes away in the mountains above us, had snowball fights.
Click the images to feel the chill (I had to put my hood up).
|FROM THE PASEO DURING MORNING COFFEE.|
|MIJAS PUEBLO, THE WHITE VILLAGE, ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE.
VIEW FROM NEARLY THE TOP OF OUR BUILDING.
The temperatures bottomed out at 4C (39F) a few streets away from us. Mijas Pueblo actually froze (well, we froze, too, but not literally). We’re both still taking cold medicine. We’re both still not feeling great. San Geraldo never got hit as hard as I did, but he finally got hit. And when it comes to illness, the saintly hunk is not all that tough. I’m pleased to tell you, he has survived.
Below is what I did to get rid of the chill.
|SPANISH TORTILLA AND SOPA DE PICADILLO (HASH SOUP)
LUNCH AT MESON SALVADOR.
|THE SOUP HAS IBERIAN HAM, HARD-BOILED EGG, GARBANZO BEANS,
AND MORE. LIKE SALVADOR’S, IT’S THE BEST!