|Totally unrelated photo of a cute flower from our garden: the Life begins at 40 rose|
up in Spain, the night of June 23rd marked the start of the summer
holiday. School always finished mid-June and was quickly followed by the
move to the beach house until September. The night of June 23rd, known
as the night of St John (San Juan), was all about bonfires and eating
grilled sardines on corn bread.
was always the first of many late nights as kids. With Galicia falling
on a different time zone to the rest of Spain but keeping the same time
as España, daylight lingers on late into the evening and one needs darkness
to see the bats circling the swimming pool and spy the stars while
lying on the grass with her father or even enjoy the most impressive
summer storms over the Atlantic Ocean, lighting up the Cies Islands
like huge powerful fireworks. Late nights were also perfect for bike
riding in the dark, always circling the swimming pool, with the odd fall
into the chlorinated water, bike included (never me).
only problem always was that I would invariably wake up the next day
covered with the first, but not last, insect bites of the year. Always
the only one in my household that the little bug(gers) attacked.