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.


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).


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).


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

Nanny And The Birthday Boy

We very smugly escaped Fuengirola before several days of heavy rain. We not-so-very-smugly arrived in a cold, then rainy — and now snowy — London. That´ll learn us!

I´ll share lots of stories and photos once we´re back in Spain late next week. We were at the Royal Albert Hall last night to take in Cirque du Soleil´s show ¨Amaluna.¨ Brilliant!

Tonight, to celebrate San Geraldo´s birthday, we´ll see the musical ¨Kinky Boots.¨

For now, a wave across the waves from nanny Mainha. She found love last night (as she does every show night); I find love every night with Birthday Boy San Geraldo.


It’s A Treat To Beat Your Feet

It was a bright, sun-shiny day! We walked over to El Jazzy for coffee this morning and, afterward, I took a 1-1/2-hour walk on the paseo. The City and businesses are out in force cleaning up the mess. Mountains of mud are being scooped up by trucks. Streets and walkways are being powerwashed.


There’s a lot of work to be done on the beaches. Boardwalks and facilities were torn apart by the rain and mud. Huge trenches have been cut through the sand and the entire beach and shoreline need to be re-graded. I don’t know what they do about all that mud on the beach. Maybe it’s heavier than sand and will just sink? Right now, it’s not very pleasant, but the tourists are back out there sun-bathing. I don’t blame them. I saw many sad-looking people dragging their suitcases to the train station yesterday. (Click the images for bigger mud pies.)


It’s a treat to beat your feet on the Mediterranean Mud, too…

The Cure

Less than a week until I can stop strolling and begin hustling these buns again. Meanwhile, I’ve had a miserable allergy attack this week, spending several days in bed. Trying to not suddenly jerk my head in the middle of a sneezing or coughing fit has been challenging. But my eye seems to have survived all assaults.

Besides, I think I found the cure for my allergies.

First Cure Theory:
Sunday, our friend Kristina gave me a 500-gram (1-pound) box of Swedish/Finnish chocolates. I was feeling so miserable that I didn’t even unseal the box until Wednesday. I then had a couple of chocolates and was feeling much better later that day.

Second Cure Theory: 

San Geraldo came home Wednesday afternoon from the market with some chips and surprisingly good ready-made guacamole. I commented on how much better I was feeling later that afternoon.

Third Cure Theory: 
Of course, it could be that the weather changed. We went from several dry, warm, summery days, with breezes from all directions stirring up every kind of pollen and dust to a Wednesday afternoon and night of fog and humidity blowing in off the sea.

Then again, it could just be that my allergies have started to run their course, like they always do, and will return another time.

Nah! I’m going with the chocolate cure. Even if I’m wrong, what’s a little extra suffering?

Tuesday, Wednesday, stay in bed…