There are no cyclonic winds today; it's summer-like. So, after coffee, I threw in a load of laundry and then went out on the terrace to trim the wind-battered bougainvilleas. I snipped off the dead ends on the yuccas and placed the last two bags of stones to keep the dirt from blowing out of the pots. Then, I cleaned and polished the railings and furniture. The day is so beautiful that I actually took off my shirt while I worked in the sun. I'm looking forward to washing windows this afternoon. Yes, my energy and motivation have returned.
Yesterday — another beautiful day — I went for a 2-hour, 12-km (7.5-mile) walk. I headed south-southwest along this stretch of coast leaving Fuengirola behind and hitting a bit of the open road. Rugged cliffs. Empty beaches.
I had hoped to see some wildlife along the way. There are so many migrants from other places. But all I had was one sighting. I was at a little distance with the sun in the wrong direction, so I couldn't see all its markings. It was about 6-feet tall with what looked like a bushy, dark crest. I don't know where it came from, but it appeared to be doing some kind of mating dance. Check out the next-to-the-last photo to see what I saw. (And, of course, click them all for a closer look.)
|JUST ABOUT TO LEAVE TOWN.|
|A SECLUDED SPOT FOR FISHING.|
|IT'S A LONG WAY BACK.|
|THE WILDLIFE AT THE FAR END OF MY TREK.|
|A MAN'S HOME IS HIS CASTLE; THIS ISN'T MINE. HALF-WAY HOME.|
And now, some Steve and Edie...