A Bridge (Not) Too Far

I was a bit mopey this afternoon. After doing an hour of Rosetta Stone, I couldn't motivate myself to do anything else (cleaning has been at the top of my list for some time). Jerry suggested I go for a walk. It had turned out to be another glorious day with temps around 63F (17C). Sevilla's temps are very similar in their variance to temps in the desert Southwest of the United States. There is usually at least a 20- to 25-degree (F) difference in nighttime and daytime readings.

This morning at 9, I sat and shivered while having coffee with Lola and Albert outside Casa Santos — it was 39F (4C). When I got back home to the sunshine in our plaza and my second cup of coffee (this time with Jerry at El Sanedrín), I held the hot cup to my face to thaw my frozen nose. It took me several hours to get the chill out of my bones.

Although, I was in that mopey mood that made me want to just get in bed and read, I took Jerry's suggestion and quickly changed into gym clothes and headed out for my walk. I'm so glad I did. The sun was shining. Flowers are always in bloom here, and there were lots of people out walking, running, strolling, rowing, and simply enjoying the day. I didn't have my camera with me and didn't want to slow my pace, but the few shots I took with my phone at least give you a sense of the beauty.

I walked through the city and then along the river beyond the northernmost bridge.  More than 3 km (about 2 miles). Four miles roundtrip in one hour and five minutes. It was invigorating. I came home and stretched. Made myself a protein shake... And then I started to mope again.

But I've perked up sharing my day with you.  And now it's time for our evening snack of apples, crackers, and cheese. Dinner will be in less than three hours. And we'll have a quiet night of TV. Among our 100+ channels, there's bound to be something to watch. It will be alright.