"Deport me". Thats what I felt like saying to immigration officials when I landed at Dublin last Wednesday. 3 weeks in my beloved Spain went way to fast.
Yknow its the little things about the Costa Blanca that make me love it so. Like: strolling home at 4 in the morning, its sooooo warm...(strolling in Dublin is more about penance than pleasure); Getting a bookies tan...(thats the tan you get on your legs and arms on your way to spend the siesta backing horses at a euro each way with your friendly (and illegal) pub bookie; Drinking so much booze that you resort to white wine and sprite to save your liver any undue damage; Warm seas; Happy smiley people; Being able to just 'pop in' to visit friends..(something we never do at home). Ahhh Yes....... and those long afternoons when I contemplated my toes in the sand while I supped at a beer and munched a plate of olives and squid rings.
Still, strangely enough, after two weeks of discussing at length whether 'today was hotter than yesterday", I noticed.....a cloud! Immediately my conversations became filled with speculative questioning on the possibility of rain. "ah yes, the breeze seems to be coming from the northwest" "is that rain I spy on the eastern horizon?" "do ye think there might be a storm on the way?".
Its funny, I think, what 40 odd years of living in the Irish climate can do to a person.
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