Thursday, July 3, 2008

Walking Sweating in a Winter Summer Wonderland

I swore when I left Canada for balmier climes three years ago that I would never - on pain of death - complain about the heat. And although I came dangerously close to forfeiting my life by a rogue weather commentary in the blog I maintained during my former incarnation, I have remained true to my word. Somehow biting on my tongue and grinning like an imbecile while perspiration collects in a tepid lagoon between my cleavage is still more favourable to having your friends hold you down and shove forks into your eye sockets.

Having said that, it's hot out. Really hot. Not that I'm complaining.

For the past week or so, Andalucía has been cursed blessed with 60% humidity and temperatures in the high 30's to the mid 40's which, if Spain were cursed blessed with a Humidex, would be more accurately represented by readings in the mid 40's to low 50's. It is so hot that Señor Gato Gringo and I have been pricing the inflatable kiddie pools at Carrefour with an eye on the almost shady (not really) corner of our roof terrace. Unfortunately, we can't choose between the high-spirited dolphins or the chilled penguin motifs but until we can, I'm not complaining.

So yes, it would seem that once again the Leveche or the Sirocco or the Chergui (call it what you will) is in town - the furnace-like winds which blast up through North Africa from the Sahara. In Morocco, life pretty much comes to a complete standstill when the Chergui blows in on its noxious winds. Not that I ever complained. Not surprisingly, Spain isn't much different. Only the beer is more plentiful and cheaper. And the sangria - did I mention that?

So I have bought a fan. And I use it. It seems that they're not totally decorative after all although mine is awfully pretty. What's there not to like about polka dots and bulls?

Having now experienced the Levanter winds of winter and now the blistering blasts of the Leveche, I feel like our stay in the south has been nicely bookended, meteorologically speaking. Personally, I'm just relieved that we won't have to endure Spain's northerly wind, the Matacabras - the "goat-killer wind". Not that I would complain if we had to. Although the goats probably do.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday to Chris -wherever he may be...

Anonymous said...

Yes, Happy Birthday to Mr. Cat.

Miss K!

Annabellie said...

Happy birthday to Mr. GG!

Is the matacabras anything like the chupacabra? I think I remember an x-files episode about that....

La Gatita Gringa said...

Ahhh, the chupacabra is a goat 'sucker' not killer although I'm not sure if goats make much of that distinction. Some woman in the US claimed to have a dead chupacabra in her freezer a few months ago .... it was quite ugly. And bogus.

And in our Fun With Etymologies Class, I would add that Chupa Chups (the sucker) also come from the same word for 'suck' and is, in fact, a Spanish creation.

senor g.g. said...

Many,many thanks to everyone for the kind Birthday greeting!!

Anonymous said...

Everytime you think it is too hot just remember what we went through here in North America last winter.

La Gatita Gringa said...

Anonymous: that's exactly why I don't complain about the heat.