A Godzilla of an El Niño.

I read this in one of my emails in the last few days.

Because of its nature it’s almost certainly from The Conversation or The Guardian.

I really do understand exactly what is meant by this.

More firefighters have lost their lives in Crete and Greece, I read today.

There was a headline a few days ago suggesting that the Spanish and French firefighters were trying to extinguish the blazes in their countries before the next heat wave arrives over the weekend.

In the middle of the last heat wave the temperature hadn’t got down below 29°C at midnight.

But somehow we all carry on.

We’ve not been able to walk through here for a year or so because of building works. Now it’s reopened and another mural joins the Estepona collection. Photo by author

I’m trying to write a bit of my blog before I walk up to the Clinica. Which will take a chunk out of the middle of my day and might make it a little bit more difficult to complete the blog before close of play.

And funnily enough I did the same trip yesterday to see my osteopath.

Normally I try and steer clear of using the AC unless I have to. But yesterday after walking up there, seeing him for about five minutes and returning, it went straight on when I walked through the door.

Not ideal but at least it saved me turning into a puddle of sweat. Today I’m sat here after we’ve been to lunch and I have a short interregnum before the walk.

Coffee is on but it’s unlikely I will be able to pour it and drink it before I leave.

We shall see.

If yesterday was anything to go by, rushing the second cup before I went to the osteopath, I ended up sweating profusely from the minute I left the house.

On our return from lunch I was very surprised to see that the lounge had not exceeded 28°C. This week it’s been the norm for it to be 29°C and over during the height of the day.

It’s now about an hour and a half later.  I’ve been up to the Clinica. Got my repeat prescriptions. I’ve overheated on the way back and I’ve had the AC put on for me by Lorraine.

And now I can not stop yawning…

It didn’t seem quite as bad a walk in either direction as yesterday. While it was hot there did at least appear to be a slight levante breeze.

Which reminds me our Spanish teacher taught us the third wind of the area (and it isn’t me) which we were not otherwise aware of, and where levante and poniente come from.

There is an old word in English that relates to the East called the Levant. It’s the sort of word you tend to come across in biblical references.

So I always considered the levante to be a wind from the east. Which it is but our Spanish teacher explains it further in that it relates to the rising sun, which, of course, rises in the east.

And the Spanish verb poner relates to the setting sun because poner translates as to put. As in put to bed. We all know, even fundamentalist Americans, that the sun sets in the West.

No no, I’ll take them man. Game World. Now that is just plain weird. Those are supposed to say “Not a lot of people know that” and “do what?”So where it got those two sentences are any bugger’s guess…

A Godzilla of an El Niño.

Let’s spend a couple of minutes talking about a subject close to my heart: Cerveza.

Two things happened this week of contrasting interest regarding beer.

We have a new Cervezería Internacional here in Estepona. For at least a minute or two my heart was lifted. Maybe we were going to get something to replace Siopa, which is now heading towards a year gone. And maybe we weren’t.

Their idea of a range of international beers extended to two Heineken beers from Spain, Birra Moretti, Guinness and Paulaner.

Whoop bloody wee. And yet it appears to have turned into a tourist trap overnight. It’s not even particularly cheap.

However a mail order craft beer establishment nearby, which I had wondered whether it was going to continue in business, has excelled itself.

I put my order in on the Sunday and it gave me a projected delivery date of Tuesday or Wednesday. On Monday there was a banging at the door and lo and behold my beer had arrived.

That is what I call service. I am so impressed.

This is quite a short post this week because of the run up to the Clinica and back.

Now that is just completely bizarre. I have used the word Clinica several times throughout this post and the one just above here has suddenly got a red squiggly line. Whereas the one in the previous sentence does not.

I think I’m going to lie down in a darkened room and mumble for a bit.

Oh my! I’ve just noticed I haven’t mentioned what the third wind in the area is called!

So we have the one from the east, one from the west, and the one from the mountains, which is called the Terral.

Hasta la semana que viene.