In Spanish we call these days “Veranillo de San Miguel.” I
suppose this would translate as “Indian Summer” for anyone more interested in
a faithful translation than political correctness. Whatever you care to call these gorgeous
summer-like days of early autumn here in Valencia I can say that they are
perfect for cycling. It’s almost like I am cheating in my fitness routine, like
I have an unfair advantage over people who live in other parts of the world
that don’t share out climate. This advantage is on a par with performance
enhancing drugs when it comes to stretching out each and every bike ride or
perhaps going out twice in the same day just to enjoy the last of the beach
days we have left this year (I'm not much of a beach person but I like to ride by the beach).
Makes me want to pull up roots in the PNW and go back to Italy, although your posts about Spain are very tempting. Liquid sunshine and darker days for us. You were wise to leave.
ReplyDeleteI don’t really think that good weather is all that important in the grand scheme of life but it’s not like I’m going to say no to it. I never complained about the weather when I lived in Seattle, except perhaps my first winter when we broke a record for consecutive days of rain (over 90!).
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