We have had no Spring in Andalusia this year, and that might be a bold statement since I haven’t lived here in the Spring before.
But it is true – no sun = no Spring.
Only the cold winds howling down from the mighty Sierra Nevada.
Going round in town, the shopkeepers speak of it.
Going for a taco, the waiters speak of it.
Going home in a taxi, the driver speaks of it.
I was flying down from Scandinavia two weeks ago. I like to sit by the window and let my mind go adrift, figuring out where I am in the skies. The part of the trip where the plane goes over the Pyrenees, is stunning.
Being a little south of them I noticed below the plane these perfectly square shaped trails of chemicals. Four airplanes in all. Two of them going toward the east and another two going south, producing these chessboard patterns of whatever toxins they are made of.
That is very much too north of here, but Spain has been covered in clouds for some months now, with occasional sunlight breaking through further north. Usually a couple of hours and the cold and wind set in again.
Clouds could signal rain. Adalusia is in a drought too, which is taking its toll on the Avocado, Olive Oil and Almonds. So rain is much needed, and including the wine, the same key foods are involved as in California. Hmmm. And another: Hmmm.
In Andalusia your closest neighbour to the South is Morocco. Sometimes the heavy winds, higher in the atmosphere, bring strange bugs and sand from the Sahara. The last days I have swept the balcony of red Saharan dust, and tsetse flies have filled the air.
I get up very early in the mornings and I always go out to look at the sea and the colour of it. The colour of the sea is a sure forecaster of the weather that day. As you might know: The bluer the better. The sea has been eerie grey for 7 weeks. No starry morning skies.
I noticed the sound of planes, then it went away, then it came back, and come sunrise there would be no more sound of them.
Wicked Spraying deeds in the cover of darkness.
The nightingales, and here are many, are singing in the daytime.
The absence of crickets chirping is a bit intimidating.
The latest weeks I have had vision of Earthquakes in Spain. It wont be in this town, since the vision shows me a torn and battered church bell tower I do not know of.
There was an Earthquake in Crete some weeks ago. That is Greece. This is a Spanish church so I had to rule that possibly out.
I won’t go into anger and a rant on this.
It makes me sad, that they think the food they poison, the sanity they poison, the truth they poison isn’t enough for them.
We joke about, since I like my Chesterfield, that it is very difficult to get tobacco in Spain. They only sell it from special stores and they are not open too often. So if I don’t want a cold turkey – I really have to plan.
So I think:
Free tobacco in Spain!
It would be much cheaper if they want to get rid of us all, and we will go out smoking. Block the sun and all.
Serve the Matrix. Agenda 21 = Free smokes for Andalusia!!!!!
I might enlist that party in the coming election and promise lesser wind for people on bicycles, and promote cross marriages with chilled up tacos. I see a whole new career in front of me.
And today the sun is up and shining and the heaters are off. Did they get what they wanted? Somehow I think they did.
For one: We’re all choking on our electrical bills… all along the misty coast.
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