I LOOVEEE to walk in the rain.
If you’re British you probably think I’ve gone off my rockers and I’m totally bonkers and I need to see my psychiatrist PRONTO!
But do understand, I’ve gone from a land that is buried in 3 feet of snow during 8 months of the year to an absolute desert. So where in this formula does rain factor in at some point?
The saddest life is one that is lived from cradle to grave without any rain, methinks.
(Tweet that, as someone I Follow likes to say.)
I talk to my friends in Canada right now and ask them about the rain and they say: What do you expect? Snow snow and more snow! Snow up to our eyebrows. When was the last time we saw rain?
And here in Malaga it’s two thirds of the same. Except here we’re not up to our eyebrows in snow, of course, but rather in endless blue skies.
When I first arrived in Spain I thought: oh wow, sun! It’s hot and sunny every single day!
A few weeks later I started to wonder: oh, so when does it rain here?
Well to the land’s credit, we do have 3 months of drought every summer. And we’d arrived just before summer. So it was fairly normal that we didn’t see rain for a while.
But at the time we arrived here, I didn’t know that.
Normally the storm clouds finally, thankfully, roll in come September and we finally get some relief from the endless scorching and searing and sunburning.
Now, for those of you who hate rain, I must ask you: If there were no rain, what would we drink? How would plants be able to live?
THIS is what the world would look like if there were never any rain. Day after day after day after day the whole year round:
Okay okay, I realize that’s not quite fair. I realize that’s a beach, not a desert. But that’s still what the world would look like if there were no rain. It’s great for a week. For a month. For 3 months. But for a whole year, year after year after year?
And it is the desert: that’s Almeria, which is almost a desert. Do you happen to notice any greenery in there?
So, *ahem*, as I was saying, that, friends, is why we need rain.
Which takes me back to the (almost forgotten) original subject of this post: walking in the rain.
As I just mentioned, I love to walk in the rain. And I also love to take photos.
So when I walk in the rain I take photos.
So this is a collection of photos that I’ve taken, on different days, at different occasions, as I walked in the rain.
I love the beach in the rain because it’s completely deserted.
In fact, for that matter, the beach when it’s raining is absolutely, scrumptiously INCREDIBLE! There’s no one there. When else on the entire Costa del Sol could you ever expect to find the beach so empty?
I often go to the beach when it’s raining, so I have quite a few photos to fill up quite a few galleries. Here’s just a short selection of them (because it takes me so &$/*^# long to edit them, d*** blast it!).
There’s nothing I love more than to leave work and be greeted by a sudden rain shower or rather, a torrential downpour that lasts for about 4 hours. Because that’s how it rains here: no rain for 30 days, then suddenly we get half a year’s worth of rain in one evening.
But that’s what I love.
Walking in a drizzle (which I also do) is a bit boring, actually.
No. I much prefer wild, out-of-control, inundating tropical madness. The kind that makes your eyes sting and fills your mouth with sweet water.
The kind where the rain hits you so hard you feel like you’re drowning.
The kind where you can walk around and no one knows you’re crying hehe.
Sometimes we go out hiking or for woody walks in the rain as well. I love hiking in the rain, there’s no one else about and we get the whole countryside all to ourselves.
This aqueduct is AMAZING. I have no idea how it got there, when it dates from and most of all, why it’s so abandoned all alone out there!! What a way to treat ancient Roman monuments (if indeed it is Roman).
We’ve crossed on it a couple of times but I wouldn’t recommend it and most especially not with kids. It’s very high up and there are no railings or any sort of security at all. In fact, now it’s fenced off. But since we discovered it before it got fenced off, we knew how to wind our way through the woods to find it again. (Pic below taken on a different day hence why it’s so sunny.)
We don’t know what this is and speculation runs wild between my son and me. “Maybe it’s to hide from the rain,” suggests “Ermenegildo” as he glares balefully at the chubby raindrops pelting against him.
“Try hiding in it,” was my response. A bit too small for him I do believe. “For hunters,” Ermenegildo concluded.
Who’s right? Well, we’ll leave it up to you to decide.
Just a tiny pic of Ermenegildo. He hates me putting up his pics. So here you can’t see him very well.
People ask me if I don’t get frozen in the rain. I never wear a raincoat — in fact, don’t even own one for that matter. So since I’m also quite anti-umbrella (for my use, not for my kids’ use haha!) I suppose it would stand to reason that I could get rather cold and miserable.
But then again, this is southern Spain! Not northern Scotland. It’s warm all year round.
So the rain is usually warm and toasty too. And who doesn’t enjoy a toasty warm sprinkling?
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