Yesterday was the last day of August—a bright, blue-sky, toasty 31-degree day. It was the perfect way to bid adieu to the last official full month of summer. Here, we ushered in the first day of September with an insane overnight storm, piles of rain, and grey skies. It seems fitting.
I know I sound like a broken record, but why must summer fly past so rapidly? Seriously… It’s just cruel. I am aiming not to fall into my usual depression about the shorter days and cooler nights. I am desperately trying to hold on to every last second of sunshine and heat, and there will be plenty. After this major system passes today, it looks like very warm and sunny weather is ahead for the foreseeable future. But, as we all know, this time of year is changeable, and with the Mediterranean Sea being hotter than normal, it can set off some intensely dangerous storms. Hopefully that doesn’t happen, but the weather is impossible to predict these days.
As usual, I’ve filled the days with as many bike rides as possible, visits with friends, long evenings on the terrace watching the light fade, and there was a wedding thrown in for good measure. Rose, the daughter of the winery owner, had her picture-perfect wedding here this weekend, and it was absolutely magical. She was, as usual, stunning, and the setting was magnificent. And luckily, the weekend weather was equally perfect.
Now I await the return of my bicycle, which is in the shop due to shredded shift cables (I guess I do use it a fair amount), to carry on soaking up every last morsel of summer-like moments we have left.
