74 – Plugged In

She always waved and greeted me if I’d parked up there, opposite her house.  Always dressed in black, usually sitting on a high-backed chair just inside her door, staring out for long hours, seemingly hoping that someone would stop for a chat.  Shyness that I might not understand her properly made me reticent.

73 – Back to School

Along with all the local children, it was back to school for a new term for me this week.

72 – A Day of Little Consequence

Nothing was planned, really.  We’d slept in, and we’d already had two very full days seeing the sights of Málaga and Colmenar.  My friend Jane’s last day was just going to spent pootling in the countryside.

71 – The End of Summer

The gota fría arrived with a vengeance and washed cars down the main street of Antequera, took the river over its banks in Riogordo, and left my car cleaner than it had been all summer.  The sudden storms at the end of the summer, when warm air rising from the sea meets the cooler upper airstreams, are fortunately brief, and we are left with the fresh smell of damp leaves all around.