Sunday, 25 August 2013

48 hours away

When the continuous and oppressive heat, the crowds of holidaymakers in the village, the loud noise/music of the two bars next to my flat that go on until the early morning every single night, and the mosquito bites... when all of this became too much I just had to get into the car for a short break - a three hours drive last week that allowed me to enjoy 48 hours of peace and quiet.

Like the Spanish I have learned to live like a mole, in the dark, with my shutters down the whole day. Lighting a lamp means more heat, so no embroidery in the last two months. Today the temperature dropped a little and the night breeze lasted until midday. I came out of the slumber...