The Rain in Spain Falls Mainly....Everywhere

Through the end of April, Spain was saturated.  It rained everyday.  The rivers flooded, the wild flowers grew (and grew) and the tall plants bloomed making the countryside look better than Claude Monet's own garden.

We were all sick of the rain.  We are not used to it in Madrid.  So, as the long weekend in May approached, we all packed our suitcases and headed south to Murcia; where it wasn't raining.

Half of the province of Madrid congregated in an area called La Manga (the sleeve); a narrow strip of land like a bent arm creating an inland sea and giving vacationers a choice between swimming in the Mediterranean or in a warmer, shallower sea with nary a wave.

The water was cold still but we suntanned, built castles, looked for creatures among the rocks, rowed a surf board out to an island and buried each other on the beach.  When not enjoying the sun, we enjoyed eating.  We ran into neighbors and to relatives.

And, when we were done with our visit, we hooked up the sun to the car and towed it back to Madrid.  It has been sunny ever since.  We should have gone to La Manga sooner.

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