Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Under the Boardwalk

I walk/run along the river pretty much every day. I always go north because to the south it's a rickety old boardwalk and cobbles most of the way. I like my ankles too much to deal with that. This morning I noticed crews pulling up the boardwalk:



Here's hoping they replace it with something smoooottthhhhhh.

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Folks here in Sevilla have low tolerance for cold. We noticed this quickly when the high temps started dipping into the 60s. All the babies and toddlers in their strollers were suddenly tucked into little half sleeping bag-like things that come up to about armpit level. They're so common that when Laura and I notice a baby that doesn't have one, we jokingly threaten to call child protective services. Today it was calm, sunny and 75 degrees, but this poor dog in the grocery store lobby still had his sweater on:


Looking into his eyes I could hear his thoughts, "I'm burning up. A little help here?" I guess it's all a matter of what you're used to.

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Spanish class was interesting. Past tense seems more complicated here than in English.

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Painting continues on the interior courtyard. Today I went into the kitchen to get lunch and there was a painter hanging from a rope right outside the window. There was a modicum of eye contact. It was awkward.

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Crick is almost gone. Fingers crossed for a complete recovery tomorrow.