San Geraldo wondered where all the bamboo had come from. I said I thought it had all come from the sea. He said he thought I was a smart ass.
Throughout Friday, the pile of bamboo and other debris grew higher and higher right across the street. I wanted San Geraldo to climb on top for my photos. He thought about it and decided it was too dangerous. Sometimes he can be so mature.
|FROM THE TERRACE FRIDAY MORNING.|
|FROM THE PASEO FRIDAY AFTERNOON.|
|DUDO AND MOOSE ENJOYING FRIDAY'S BIT OF SUNSHINE|
ON THEIR TERRACE RETREAT.
It's raining again, and it's supposed to do so with a vengeance. Over these next few days, we're expecting double the accumulation of the last round of storms. But despite the weather and the news from around the world, Fuengirola has built a mountain and I'm 'gonna' push my daydream up that mountain slope (it's all in the song below).
"I don't know how I'm gonna do it; only know I'm gonna try..."