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Well the fiesta season is
almost over (so perhaps some semblance of normality will
prevail)
The
nights during the summer are punctuated by the pyrotechnics from
each pueblo in turn ...often
not finishing until 6 a.m.
Even
the smallest pueblo puts on a display that would tax the budget
of the ministry of defence back in England. When our son and
daughter in law visited they intended to enjoy one of the
festivals but failed when they discovered it didnīt start until
midnight and even then would ofcourse be late...
The fans have been put away - the summer duvet has been put on
the bed and the parasols are back in store. Day time
temperatures are still well over 30c in the afternoon - but at
night we are down to a chilly 18c.
The
grapes in the garden are just about finished although we will
enjoy our home made raisins with cheese and a glass of wine in
the winter evenings.
The first rain of the season came last week and the ramblas (dry
river beds) were flooded along with a number of cars. 99% of
the time
Ramblas
are used as roads, town car parks, market places, etc.
Whilst
we are technically in Europes only mainland desert (official
definition under 10cms of rain per annum) what they donīt tell
you is that it can all come on one day.
Our pueblo (village) is currently in a state of chaos as mains
drainage is being installed along the main streets.

Out
here we should shortly have landline telephones,
...well at least the poles are up.
This
after being told 2 months more than 6 years ago!
We
have learned that the phrase books are wrong Maņana does not
mean tomorrow, in fact it means not today!
Actually this is a bit of a myth (sometimes) When
the fancy takes them the Spaniards work extremely quickly and
efficiently.
Is there no
end to progress?
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