Heat!

We woke up to a wall of heat this morning. That is what it felt like when I stepped out of the house and onto the terrace with my morning coffee and toast. Every other day, for 68 days, I have wrapped myself in a shawl to keep warm. Despite the same cloudy skies that we have come to expect, the heat has stayed today. The breezy breath of a hundred angels would be a welcome relief.  Instead we'll jump into the pool for a cooling dip.

Sunday is our favourite day of the week. The men who are building the wall have disappeared for a much earned day of leisure. Nestor's brother has suspended his hammering, sanding and staining of furniture under the swimming pool next door. We don't have to worry about Tonio, his other brother, appearing in strange places to mend, repair or peek at us. Don Beto isn't drowning the plants. Pacheta isn't pounding the pillows. Nestor won't be dropping in to check on everything and his wife Rosie won't appear at the door to pass messages along to Pacheta. And Nestor's father, apparently the mastermind for construction of the wall, won't be smiling at me through the wrought iron gate while I float in the pool.

Of course the exterminator could show up at any time but he is probably spending the day with his family. All of the innocent little creepy-crawlies can relax for one day!