OK, it’s finally official: I have become a Spanish grandmother. How
else is it possible to explain the fact that I am talking about the weather? I’ve
been called worse and the shitty weather just gives me an excuse to stay home
and read my eyes out. At the moment I am discovering César Aira, a writer from
Buenos Aires. Sui generis is not too strong a description of what I have read thus far.
The upside to all this rain is that
many of the wetlands around the city are returning after being absent for many
years. I haven't seen water in this little lagoon behind El Saler Beach in 4-5
years, maybe even more.
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