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!
At first, I thought it was soot. When I was a kid, the apartment buildings in our neighborhood had huge incinerators. Sometimes when they were burning trash, stray ash would float in the air. So, when I looked out the window from the Duchess’s apartment Wednesday morning, my first thought was “soot.” Then I remembered that the buildings now all have huge trash compactors. Also, it was (and still is) November in New York. It could snow. Happily for us, it passed quickly and the ground was too warm for anything to stick.
BROOKLYN, WEDNESDAY. SNOW MIXED WITH RAIN. ATLANTIC OCEAN IN BACKGROUND. (CLICK ANY PHOTO. YOU CAN STILL HEAR US WHINE.)
THE WEATHER IN NEW YORK WAS “SPRING-LIKE” … THE WEEK BEFORE WE WERE THERE.
Although we miss The Duchess and The Kid Brother, we’re glad to be back on the milder Costa Del Sol (a chilly 63F/17C right now). So, imagine my surprise yesterday afternoon, when I passed a snow-covered village on my way home from the market. A few minutes later I noticed the beach umbrellas (sombrillas) had dropped their “leaves.” I took photos of the bare “branches” and went back today to get some shots of the leaf piles. Winter is fast approaching. (Click any image to feel the chill.)
THE SNOW-COVERED VILLAGE ON THE MEDITERRANEAN SEA.
SOMBRILLA “LEAVES” READY FOR BAGGING.
IMAGINE THE SIZE OF THE RAKE USED TO PILE THOSE LEAVES.
ANOTHER STYLE OF RAKING.
SOMBRILLA FRAMES. HEADED FOR WINTER STORAGE.
DON’T YOU LOVE THE FALL COLORS?
This song from my childhood with my sister Dale always makes me think of her. (Well, any song from our childhoods makes me think of her.)