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Christmas time did arrive in my beloved Andalusia.
Being a child of the Northwind I´m still struggling a bit with sunshine in abundance and plus 24 degrees on the balcony, that so generously, breathlessly, overlooks the soft mountains and hilltops only to go full scale astonishing with the deep blue of the Mediterranean basin. It touches my soul and its need for beauty.
The prelude to this was a nasty cold November with its torrential rains. I have been here for three Novembers now and this was nasty.
Yesterday our landlord came to kill.
Armed with all the weapons of mass destruction that Saddam didn’t have, he took on The….Caterpillar. (Eerie Music)
Next time I meet the God of Light I will ask him if this caterpillar was his doing, or if it was constructed by his adversary deeper down in The Dark in order to put some sort of snake into this heavenly place on Earth. If a cat comes near the caterpillar’s hairs, and frankly it looks like a hippie, it will mean death. If a somehow bigger dog sniffs it, it often will lose its tongue or nose, by surgical intervention. If children… and I do not feel like going into that. If a grown-up person goes there it will be bodily agony, often long term.
It seems like this caterpillar really got the concept of self-defense so predators wouldn’t eat it. It just took it too far, some do….
Nobody longs for that touch.
By the waterfront the Brits are getting drunk in Andalusian bars.
Officially there should be about 350,000 along the coastline of Andalusia, known as the Costa Del Sol. The sunny coast. Before that it was named: The Windy Coast. From Spanish: The Tormented Coast, but I guess that didn’t sell well. Unofficially there should be 800,000.
I stay out of these circles. Whether it be Brits, Norwegians, Swedish and what have we. The tribal consciousness exists all too well and is hanging so thick over their little heads and hearts you would think they are in for some nasty weather – and they probably are.
Nothing in this world is more pathetic than a drunk Swede and the vine in Spain is cheap. In the Motherland they have to buy it in special stores called: Systembolaget. Just another word for Surveillance and Control.
The Norwegians are so tormented by their health cravings, they start early in the mornings, run up and down the mountains with their silly walking sticks which they probably leave outside their houses in the evenings to digest that Broccoli smoothie with clear mountain water.
Philosophers stone – selected views from the boat http://philosophers-stone.co.uk