No, this photo is not of Spain, nor was it taken in mid May. It was actually cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey and was taken on Prince Edward Island, Canada. Not having any recent photos, I decided to fake a pass.
We've been house-hunting for the past couple of weeks; staying up cruising realtors' websites until the wee hours, and driving all over the province viewing possibilities. We've covered grand intown apartments to wretched four-bedroom flats, to overpriced villas and long-neglected town-houses in "urbanizaciones" that remind one of ghost towns. I would have jumped into a typical Spanish town-house, but Is didn't want a place with the sidewalk right under the front door. She liked some houses in urbs that were accessible only by car and had no amenities nearby other than a Brit. bar and a dying corner store. We finally found a nice town-house right in the village so the process is started.
I'm 80% packed for the trip to the PI. That happens in eleven days-Oh joy! Another month off the bicycle-just as I was getting back into shape after the year I spent in England last month.
Pardon my whining, but you can't blame me. I'll be leaving warm, dry, great cycling on safe roads for wet, humid pandemonium in cycle-impossible Manila. The leisurly afternoon paseos with "Hola, buenas tardes." as a greeting will be traded for hectic dashes through the jostling crowds of Manila and the blaring of horns. One bit of silver lining will be the return to the home of GOOD San Miguel Pale Pilsen-elixer of the gods.
Hasta whenever....
