Saturday afternoon, 7 p.m., 34 degrees in the flat. This country is crazy.
One minute it’s a nice kind of spring, (almost literally a minute, spring is usually as short-lived as it is pleasant – i.e. very), and the next thing you know, bang! mid-thirties all day and all night long. It plays tricks on the brain, the siesta becomes a total necessity, not just some funny Spanish stereotype. Worst of all is what my wife has just informed me is known as a ‘Bochorno’ – heavy weather, formation of cloud, very hot – but there’s no way it’s going to give in and clear the air with a nice burst of rain.
Damn it’s hot. And this is only the beginning, from here on up into the 40’s – yipee!
Notes from Spain by Ben Curtis 