FRIDAY MORNING, I looked across the street and saw a crew building a stage. I had no idea what for. Saturday morning, while I was getting ready to go out for coffee, dance music began blasting from below and both cats came running inside.
One of the local gyms was hosting a workout class on the Paseo. A large crowd was participating. There was great energy. Plus step platforms, dumbbells, exercise mats — and a whole lot of Lycra. I immediately changed my plans and headed downstairs.
I took some pictures.
And THEN I went for coffee.
EL VIERNES POR la mañana, miré hacia al otro lado de la calle y vi a una tripulación construyendo un escenario. No tenía idea de para qué. El sábado por la mañana, mientras me preparaba para salir a tomar un café, la música de baile comenzó a sonar desde abajo y ambos gatos entraron corriendo.
Uno de los gimnasios locales organizaba una clase de ejercicios en el Paseo. Una gran multitud estaba participando. Había mucha energía. Más plataformas de pasos, mancuernas, colchonetas para ejercicios — y un montón de Lycra. Inmediatamente cambié mis planes y me dirigí abajo.
SG’S BELGIAN CHOCOLATE & PISTACCHIO.
MY BELGIAN CHOCOLATE & TURRÓN.
December 6 was Constitution Day here in Spain. The holiday was observed on Monday the 7th. Tuesday the 8th was the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, another national holiday.
Stores were open Saturday. Or they weren’t. They were open Monday. Or they weren’t. Ditto Tuesday.
I couldn’t find a phone number for our gym, but their website notice board didn’t say they were closed. So we took the 20-minute walk to the gym and found it dark. I said, “Well, at least we’re getting our cardio today. It’s nearly 3 miles round-trip.” San Geraldo agreed.
Five minutes later, we were walking home along the Paseo once again. San Geraldo felt we deserved a reward for our efforts. It had begun to drizzle, so he suggested we get in out of the rain — at the first ice cream shop we passed. I didn’t disagree. (He’s a terrible influence.)
After our ice cream, we continued home. But a few minutes later, the owner of a couple of local restaurants, one of which we frequent, spotted us and insisted we stop for a drink. He had been in Germany opening another restaurant and we hadn’t seen him in months. It would have been impolite to refuse. We agreed to a cup of cafe con leche. We sat with him for about 20 minutes — refusing the shots (chupitos) he offered to wash down the coffee — and eventually made it home.
We were so full that we waited an entire two hours before each having a slice of the Jamaican Black Cake San Geraldo had baked the day before.
We woke up to a downpour during the wee hours of Monday morning. I found it magnificent. San Geraldo found it foreboding.
Later Monday morning, the sky and sea displayed what I thought were brilliant and dramatic colour and contrast. San Geraldo thought it was “evil and threatening.”
And so the day went. We managed to get ourselves to the gym in the afternoon for an uplifting, pun intended, workout. (San Geraldo will probably ask, “What pun?”)
Tuesday was an uneventful day. My depression comes and goes. But it’s mild and manageable. Moments of miserable thoughts that soon pass. Much longer moments of gratitude for a good life and kind, empathetic people like San Geraldo and all of you.
I hope you don’t mind if in the coming days I share stories of my experience of clinical depression. Although I still obviously have challenges at times, treatment absolutely transformed my life. Maybe it can help you or someone you know either to understand it better or to get through it.
Meanwhile, here are some photos of the terrace view of Monday morning’s magnificent, brilliant, dramatic, foreboding, evil, and threatening Mediterranean Sea and sky.
(Click any image and decide which descriptors you would use.)
A FEW HOURS LATER AS WE HEADED OUT FOR COFFEE.
I SAID, “WOW!” SAN GERALD SAID, “DREARY.”
“Enough, enough of being basely tearful! I’ll show my noble stuff by being gay and cheerful!”