Cold Cats and Crag Martins / Gatos Frios y Roqueros

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THE CRAG MARTINS have been back for several weeks and the cats love to spend their days, especially sunrises and sunsets, on the terrace stalking the birds that roost in our awnings (oh shit), which hang outside our glass curtain. Dudo and Moose are convinced one of those poor suckers is going to venture onto the terrace. Either through an open window or one of those drain holes.

A week ago, we had a beautiful sunrise and sunset and the cats were on patrol. But Tuesday through Friday, it was mostly rainy, sometimes heavy, and with gusting winds. Although the wind is still wailing today, the sun is shining. In addition, it’s been what passes for cold around here this time of year, high of 18C (64F) and low of 13C (55F). Scarf weather! Dudo spends as much time as he can next to any heat source, which includes our laps. Even well-padded Moose prefers to be inside.

But both cats regularly do what cats do. They sit by a window or door and beg for it to be opened; we open it. They sit half in and half out. We push them out; they want back in. We pull them in; they want back out. They run out and the minute it’s shut behind them, they want in. Cats.

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LOS ROQUEROS HAN regresado durante varias semanas y a los gatos les encanta pasar sus días, especialmente amaneceres y puestas de sol, en la terraza acechando a los pájaros que se posan en nuestros toldos (oh mierda), que cuelgan fuera de nuestra cortina de vidrio. Dudo y Moose están convencidos de que uno de esos pájaaros se aventurará dentro de la terraza. Ya sea a través de una ventana abierta o uno de esos agujeros de drenaje.

Hace una semana, tuvimos un hermoso amanecer y atardecer y los gatos estaban patrullando. Pero de martes a viernes, fue mayormente lluvioso, a veces pesado, y con fuertes vientos. Aunque el viento todavía gime hoy, el sol brilla. Además, ha sido lo que pasa por frío en esta época del año, con un máximo de 18C (64F) y un mínimo de 13C (55F). ¡Clima bufanda! Dudo pasa todo el tiempo que puede al lado de cualquier fuente de calor, que incluye nuestras vueltas. Incluso Moose bien acolchado prefiere estar adentro.

Pero ambos hacen regularmente lo que hacen los gatos. Se sientan junto a una ventana o puerta y ruegan que se abra; lo abrimos. Se sientan mitad adentro y mitad afuera. Los expulsamos; quieren volver a entrar. Los atraemos; quieren volver a salir. Se les acaba y en el momento en que se cierra detrás de ellos, quieren entrar. Gatos.

Sunrise and a crag martin one week ago. / Amanecer y un roquero hace una semana.
Sunset that night. / Atardecer esa noche
The next day. / El proximo día.
Moose. Patience. / La paciencia.
Dudo. Stealth. / El sigilo.
They get annoyed when they catch me watching them watch.
Se molestan cuando me atrapan mirándolos mirar.
Friday night. / Viernes por la noche.

This cat is happy because it’s finally cold enough to wear the beautiful scarf my friend Susan made for me.

Este gato está contento porque finalmente hace suficiente frío para usar la hermosa bufanda que mi amiga Susan me hizo.

Always Chasing Rainbows / Siempre Persiguiendo Arcoiris

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WINTER WEATHER IS making its appearance here on the Costa del Sol. It rained. One night recently. Maybe it was last week or the week before. I can’t remember. But it rained a lot that night. Temperatures have dropped to a frigid 18C (64F) during the day and sometimes even to 13C (55F) before sunrise. Brrr.

Fine, if those tempereatures don’t impress you, the winds have been blowing. And believe me, they do blow here. Trees come down, windows whistle and shake, and people hold onto each other as they walk along the Paseo.

I try staying inside during the worst windstorms because the winds wreak havoc with my allergies. Or maybe it’s a cold; I can never tell. San Geraldo had the same symptoms two days before me. He was better for a day and they kicked in again. He seemed to be mostly better yesterday. After a day off, my symptoms kicked in again yesterday. I took some cold medicine, which knocked me out. This all does wonders for my mood. Hence the song that comes to mind today. (Although my life has been filled with rainbows, sometimes I forget.) Despite my whining (whinging), I did get out Wednesday afternoon to add two more stamps to my erotic tapas passport. More on those tomorrow.

Although the sky has threatened and the clouds have been dark, we’ve had no more rain and, therefore, no more rainbows (click here). Except on Dudo (the rainbow, not the rain).

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EL TIEMPO DE invierno está haciendo su aparición aquí en la Costa del Sol. Llovió. Una noche recientemente. Tal vez fue la semana pasada o la semana anterior. No me acuerdo. Pero llovió mucho esa noche. Las temperaturas han caído a una fría 18°C (64F) durante el día y, a veces, a 13°C (55F) antes del amanecer. Brrr.

Bien, si esas temperaturas no te impresionan, los vientos han estado soplando. Y créeme, ellos soplan aquí. Los árboles caen, las ventanas silban y tiemblan, y las personas se agarran mientras caminan por el Paseo.

Intento quedarme adentro durante las peores tormentas de viento porque los vientos causan estragos en mis alergias. O tal vez es un resfriado; nunca puedo decirlo. San Geraldo tuvo los mismos síntomas dos días antes que yo. Estuvo mejor por un día y patearon de nuevo. Parecía estar mayormente mejor ayer. Después de un día libre, mis síntomas comenzaron de nuevo ayer. Tomé algunos medicamentos para el resfriado, lo que me dejó inconsciente. Todo esto hace maravillas para mi estado de ánimo. De ahí la canción que me viene a la mente hoy. (Aunque mi vida ha estado llena de arcoíris, a veces lo olvido). A pesar de mis quejidos, salí el miércoles por la tarde para agregar dos sellos más a mi pasaporte de la tapa erótica. Más sobre esos mañana.

Aunque el cielo ha amenazado y las nubes han estado oscuras, no hemos tenido más lluvia y, por lo tanto, no más arcoiris (haz clic aquí). Excepto en Dudo (el arcoiris, no la lluvia).

Dudo caught the rainbow. Now he’s waiting to find a little bluebird (in vain, I hope, like the song says).
Dudo atrapó el arcoíris. Ahora está esperando encontrar un pequeño pájaro azul (en vano, espero, como dice la canción).

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Siempre estoy persiguiendo arcoiris
Mirando las nubes a la deriva
Mis planes son como todos mis sueños
Terminando en el cielo
Algunas personas miran y encuentran la luz del sol
Siempre miro y encuentro la lluvia
Algunas personas ganan en algún momento
Ni siquiera hago una ganancia, créeme
Siempre estoy persiguiendo arcoiris
Esperando encontrar un pequeño pájaro azul en vano

Long Johns / Calzoncillos Largos

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I’VE BEEN DEALING recently with some advocacy issues for The Kid Brother that have caused me to lose sleep. It will all be worked out and he’s sleeping like a baby, which is all that matters.

Meanwhile, the temps here had dropped a bit. We’ve had some days with highs just barely reaching (60F) and nights as low as 8C (46F) I know. I know. I won’t get any sympathy. But, the top photo is of San Geraldo on a cold night last week. It did cause him to finally get out his long underwear. Unfortunately, he did so Friday when the temperatures had risen.

We went to Primavera for dinner and talked with handsome and stylish Fran about how surprised we were by the springlike weather. San Geraldo showed Fran his white socks and black long johns.

Fran said he was surprised, too. He exposed his ankle to display identical black long johns. How cool is San Geraldo?

RECIENTEMENTE HE ESTADO lidiando con algunos problemas de apoyo de El Hermanito que me han hecho perder el sueño. Todo se resolverá y él estará durmiendo como un bebé, que es todo lo que importa..

Mientras tanto, las temperaturas aquí habían bajado un poco. Hemos tenido algunos días con máximos apenas alcanzando 16C (60F) y noches tan bajas como 8C (46F). Lo sé. Lo sé. No obtendré ninguna simpatía. Pero, la foto superior es de San Geraldo en una noche fría la semana pasada. Eso hizo que finalmente sacara su larga ropa interior. Lamentablemente, lo hizo el viernes cuando las temperaturas habían subido.

Fuimos a Primavera para cenar y conversamos con Fran, guapo y elegante, sobre lo sorprendidos que estábamos por el clima primaveral. San Geraldo le mostró a Fran sus calcetines blancos y sus calzonzillos largos negro.

Fran dijo que él también estaba sorprendido. Expuso su tobillo para mostrar su ropas interiores idénticas. ¿¡¿Qué guay es San Geraldo?!?

Snow, Snow, Snow, Snow. Snow!

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!

The Heat Is On

The weekend was supposed to be filled with sunshine. Maybe this is what “filled with sunshine” looks like in England or Wales. But the Costa del Sol is the Coast of the Sun, and this weekend did not live up to the name. We had perhaps a half hour of undisguised sunshine today. But it’s once again a mix of clouds and sun. And that might be alright somewhere else, but we feel the chill. Besides, the high today has only been around 17C (63F). (I know, I know: I’m playing the world’s smallest violin.)

Dudo doesn’t like the cold (yes, it’s all relative) and insists we turn on a space heater just for him. The minute he hears the click of the switch, he’s there with his face in the works. His position progresses as he and the space heater warm up.


(Click the images to turn up the heat.)

After coffee this morning, I saw a little poodle who apparently doesn’t much like the cold either. He was very chic. I wouldn’t mind having that outfit; I think my tail might look quite good in it.

Leave it to San Geraldo to find the best way to overcome these cold, wintery days. He’s preparing his annual batch of Jamaican Black Cake (click here for last year’s post and the recipe). Even if all the alcohol doesn’t warm us up, it will at least make us think we’re warm.

WHAT HAS, SO FAR, GONE INTO THE MIX.

“Tell me can you feel it…”