When it comes to living with my clinical depression, mornings are usually my most challenging time. I tend to avoid an afternoon siesta because waking up from one is like experiencing morning all over again.
After a few nights of mediocre sleep this week, I couldn’t avoid a siesta Friday afternoon.
Less than an hour later, I was having another “morning.” As I lay in bed with my eyes closed trying to talk myself into again facing the day, San Geraldo came running in from the terrace.
“I’m sorry to wake you,” he rushed, “But you have to see the rainbow.”
Thanks to San Geraldo, I was able to wake up where the clouds were far behind me.
What better place to escape these summer-like days at home on the Costa del Sol than frigid London?!? We’re headed there Thursday morning for a week. (The boys will have “staff” staying with them to ensure their every need is met — and more; the “staff” spoils them even more than we do.)
We’ve booked up our days and evenings with sight-seeing, museums, and theatre, and we’ll celebrate San Geraldo’s birthday while we’re there. Just us. No family or friends. I hope we’ll be forgiven.
This is a photo of some members of my father’s family taken in London during WWII. My father had no contact with them after the war, so I never met them. I wonder if we’ll bump into one of my cousins (or if I even have any).
After four years in Fuengirola, I finally took a walk up to visit Fuengirola’s “Toro de Osborne.” The Osborne Bull is one of several 46-foot (14-metre) tall bulls scattered around Spain. The original (smaller) billboards were erected in the 1950s to advertise Osborne’s Jerez Brandy, called Veterano. The bulls grew larger when a Spanish law required billboards to be further from roadways. In 1994, the EU passed a law prohibiting roadside advertising of alcoholic beverages, so most of the bulls lost their “brands” (the name Veterano). Except for a couple that still have the name “Osborne” on them, the bulls are now in the public domain. But, enough of all that, the walk was easy (once I took the right path) and the view was amazing. (Click the images to see the bull grow.)
DON’T GO THIS WAY. I DID!
NO WAY TO GET THERE FROM HERE.
I DECIDED TO TURN BACK WHEN I CAME UPON THIS EYESORE.
ON THE RIGHT TRACK.
THE FINAL CLIMB?
MY FIRST CLUE.
STILL CAN’T SEE THE BULL, BUT WHO CARES.
AIN’T NO MOUNTAIN HIGH ENOUGH.
GOOD THING I CHECKED BEFORE BACKING UP FOR A BETTER SHOT.
COSTA DEL SOL (AND LOTS OF SOL).
THE WHITE VILLAGE OF MIJAS PUEBLO ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE.
AND THAT’S THE END OF THIS [TRUE] COCK AND BULL STORY.
Rational people are bundled up here on the Costa del Sol. It’s winter, you know. Today didn’t get above 15C (61F) with a low of 13C (55F) and that doesn’t account for the combination of high humidity and wind chill. San Geraldo’s cyclonic winds were out in force. It’s expected to go as low as 10C (50F) tonight. Fortunately, the wind has died down. So the real feel shouldn’t dip much lower than about 8C (46F).
You can always tell the tourists from the locals around here. I was kept just barely warm in my fleece-lined, hooded sweatshirt (and my scarf), while others walked by the cafe this morning in shorts and T-shirts.
Today’s fashionable photos were collected throughout November and December. The only one taken in today’s chill was the one at upper right. You’ll notice the guy had his hands in his pockets to keep warm, and the woman with him had goose bumps (well, she must have). (And that’s a walking stick reaching to the ground from the left leg of his shorts… or at least I think it is.)
We’re heading out for dinner shortly. Excuse me while I unpack my long underwear and down-filled parka.
GO AHEAD, CLICK THE PIC.
In case my recent choices of music haven’t clued you in, this has been a season of melancholy and too much self-reflection at our house.
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.