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The Summer Time The blanket of heat has arrived. Jumpers are stored away and the the summer wardrobe dug out. I have two wardrobes for summer. One has t -shirts and dresses, skirts and shorts. The other is what I really wear all day, my sarongs. The amazing sarong, flimsy and light but coming in all colours and patterns, cheap and easy to wash. And have you seen the videos online on one hundred ways to stylemthem?! It is the only piece of clothing I can bear to wear whilst at home, pool or at the beach in summer. Doubling as something for my girls to lie on at the pool or to use to hide under when the sun gets too much. The sarong signifies summer and the simple approach we use to cope with the heat here. Life slows down. Meals become lighter and eaten later. Work (if it can be) is done early morning or later on at night. Homework becomes a distant thought as children have three months off. August is the month of closed offices, no paperwork and beach. I work from home at the moment and have the luxury of being able to manage more or less my hours. I get up early, work, we have lunch and a rest and then meet friends at the local pool. The children are happy. My smallest daughter playing with friends in the water, my teenager playing cards on the terrace with the older crew. Pool time is over at 8 and we wander home to walk the dog and I tidy up, water plants, work a little more and then we have a late dinner. It works well. After summers of staying in over the hot afternoons and the girls being bored and watching too much TV a pass to the local pool is the best solution for us. We all get to be with friends and come home happy and healthier after swimming a good part of the day. June and July bring the end of school. Five year old children, those leaving Primary and also Secondary all have graduations. Photos are taken, white tops and the graduation hats. Then a ceremony at the school. This year my sixteen year old graduates from her high school. The odd thing about Spanish secondary schools is this, the kids graduate before knowing if they have passsed their exams! I find this a little strange but will go with the flow. The pictures are sent home,the dresses and suits are bought and the teens stand tall and proud with their teachers as they graduate. But
a fair amount of them will not pass and then have to repeat the exams or repeat the school year. My daughter has been accepted to study in Malaga so I will go to the graduation smiling but with my fingers crossed behind my back. Enjoy the summer. Rest when the heat gets too much and when the noise from the fiesta is too loud remember it will be over soon. Go to the beach and get in the pool. Listen to the crickets and buy a hat you love. Tan slowly and carefully. Make gazpacho, drink a mojito. Have a wander round Malaga city (they have shading up over the streets) and let your visitors take over the bbq a couple of times. We are in paradise.
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