El Sol

The sun, here in Spain, is glorious. Contrary to the belief of many, Spain does not have perfect, sunny weather all year 'round, though it is rather milder than New England. No, during the winter temperatures do drop a bit, sometimes a fair bit and although this year seems to be a terrible example, I am told that many times it snows.

But the sun is glorious. It is so bright, sometimes even while it is raining and when it's not it makes the sky an incredibly blue blue. I think my favorite part of Spain is her sun.

  In my first experiences with Spanish rainstorms I was rather impressed with how light it was outside anyhow. Now it seems I am rather accustomed to it. Last week and a little before it rained nearly every single day and the days that weren't rainy were cloudy. Four days ago, every cloud vanished, and the sky and sun shone blindingly bright.  My only wish was that I couldn't open the windows and let the light swirl in like the fresh breezes were. To make up for what the laws of physics lacked in that department I decided to got for a walk with little Bruno my almost 11 month- old charge.

His mother and I tucked him into a baby- carrier hiking backpack and with the straps firmly buckled around my too-narrow hips we set off. It was beautiful. The ground was wet from all the rain and enormous puddles had grown in the middle of the paths. Bruno chatted in my left ear and kicked his little shoes lightly against my back. There's a young horse that lives close by and when we went to see him Bruno began to kick and cackle with excitement.

It is amazing what a little sun can do. The sun made my week, I think, and it was a very good week. Have a wonderful weekend.

Kika