Our intrepid explorer (failed) Scruffy had the sort of stroke that dog's don't like, heat stroke, when we went in search for a stretch of sea shore that dogs are not banned from the sand. He had to be carried half way and when we reached his oasis, he treated it like a mirage and submerged his head into the rock pools, to regain the limited faculties he does possess.
Today I was in the Mercadona for cold drinks and cold food at 9am, sleep at 10am, piscina by 11am. I did a Scruffy and pretended I was Red October, up periscope.
The only time one wears a vest is to enter the shop, on leaving the shop it is instantly removed, gaddzukks Carruthers, it has turned mild for the time of year. As a Leo I was a sun worshipper, because I saw it so infrequently, now this English man and his sane dogs are shade seekers away from the mid day sun, that beats down day after day , week after week, month after month. No Rain, just a hose to keep the plants alive.
Little can be done in this heat, as the locals demonstrate so well.
calor, frío, caliente = hot ,cold, heat
I have to say Spanish Administration is basically tardy , lethargic and totally inefficient.
Utility companies take the money from the bank, then 10 days later you might get a bill in the post. Car Insurance take the money and in true Dire Straits tradition, you get nothing for months, until the paperwork arrives. Ditto, car registration. Ditto TV Telephone Internet. To say they are useless is the under statement of the century.
I leave you now at 30 degrees centigrade in the shade with your MTV, Hasta Pronto Amigo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?annotation_id=annotation_361207&feature=iv&src_vid=GjfYA68GfCg&v=uoaBjHYsDAg
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