
It’s strange that a coast that boasts over 300 days of sunshine a year with temperatures than never go below zero, more than half of its hotels close their doors at the end of the high season.
April waved goodbye with a blanket of snow in the Almijarras, leaving the mountain tops with a fast disappearing snowcap.
The winter cold has arrived to our tropical paradise. In this time of the year I sometimes wish I were nearer the North pole, feeling warm and cosy inside and avoiding to step outside unless absolutely necessary. In our old house on top of the hill in Taramay it is nearly as chilly inside as outside, in spite of some energy-devouring electric appliances. All kinds of influenza viruses are hitting the good people of Almuñécar.
Unless you watch no TV whatsoever, you can’t miss the coverage of the Winter Olympics taking place in Vancouver as I write this.