Outline of a trip
1) First week sick with a virus – visit to clinic – antibiotics, pain meds.
2) Second week it’s Levante, which means the winds are from the east and cause the sand on the beach to pelt you with what feels like tiny pieces of glass; it is so hot you can’t move and there is no a/c; and there is a pressure system that makes you feel like you are carrying around a ball and chain.
3) My remedy for these issues – read: Post Traumatic Slave Disorder, The Unusual Career of Jim Crow, La Verdad Sobre el Causo de Harry Quebert, the Middlesteins, Number Nine Dream – the last two were my least favorite.
4) Observations: Spaniards have no physical boundaries and are not too good with lines. The best thing about Spain is either the olives or the wine or the beer or the people – or all of the above. Our group of friends in Zahara de los Atunes has expanded to a pretty large group – we no longer fit in the same house so we had to have two separate parties.
5) Fifteen days went by like one long exhalation.
6) Re-entry was spoiled by a computer virus. It’s all about the virus.
7) As good as it was to go away, there is no place like home.