The Rain In Spain

Yeah, so I´m here in Ciutadella once again and this time I have my trousers on. Today it rained. It´s fine now, but I really wasn´t expecting that yesterday, although the clues were there. Humidity, the weather phenomenon I hate the most, was very high here and I took three showers over the course of the day due to excessive, inhuman levels of sweating. And humidity doesn´t just stay in the air, it becomes rain. It´s just a given. So today it rained. Not like it did one time when we were in Ibiza and the raindrops were the size of a small dog for an entire day, but enough to put a dampener on things. Damp…geddit? Ok so…..

A car was rented by my father and so the Clan of L did the length and breadth of the island in a brand-new Seat Ibiza with air conditioning, which is just heaven. A Seat Ibiza is a Spanish-made car and so it´s named after the Spanish island of Ibiza. And for the benefit of Americans reading this, a Seat car is pronounced “Say-At” and is a company owned by Volkswagen, who make those cute Beetles. Seats are identical underneath to Volkswagens in the same way Mercurys are just Fords underneath. The difference however, is that a Seat is a little cheaper and……..well, more “budget” in idealism. The particular Seat we had was a cramped little bastard of a thing, despite it being state of the art so to speak. We went up this mountain, and despite having a 1.4 litre engine (big for a small car) it heaved and wheezed like an asthymatic camel with a grudge against it´s passengers.

The top of the mountain was amazing, hopefully I´ll have pictures to stick up here. A covent in the centre of the island where you can watch planes packed with pale prospective holidaymakers jet in from all over Europe. It felt like the top of the world, I could see for miles and miles.

More to come, but I´m taking some good advice and trying desperately to avoid the net!

j