Hot and sunny today, 28C rising to 30C late afternoon with a scattering of high clouds. Housework after breakfast, then work on a short homily for Wednesday which took me longer than I envisaged. It was nearly two by the time I made a light lunch of chorizo with baked beans. Clare arrived from Felixstowe at a quarter to three, followed by Owain an hour later.
After he arrived, I went to Beanfreaks for three assorted bags of flour and vegan cheeses, a heavy load to carry home in exhausting heat. I marvel at how much better I tolerated heat in Andalucia, perhaps because it was much less humid most of the time.
We went to Stefano's for supper. Afterwards Owain and I walked to Tesco's to buy a bottle of white wine to drink. We sat around in the lounge each doing their own thing, occasionally chatting; Clare reading her Kindle, Owain watching a travel programme on iPlayer, me starting to read 'El Amor en los Tiempos de Colera', by Gabriel Garcia Marques, a very special 80th birthday present from Veronica.
It's such a pleasure to read beautiful Spanish prose which I can understand, save for a few words either new or forgotten. I see what's being described, despite initial gaps in vocabulary. Once I fill in the gaps my mental picture becomes even clearer, unless it's a construction or turn of phrase completely new to me It's part of the reading pleasure.
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