Inevitably, as in previous years at this point of the year, we must talk about summer, which already began astronomically on June 21. And that in the vital sequence we follow almost all, these days enter its most pleasant phase of almost generalized vacations.
Personally, I have the summer as the best season of the year. I don’t care about the heat much … that sometimes it shows somewhat when the air conditioning stops working.
Today, for me, in circumstances not as flattering, physically and emotionally as before, one enjoys the long dusk, when the ineffable Marquis of the Valdavia of my young times can be re-cut. He was a reflexive person, and that before the global warming he said that of such wisdom, because he was very cold: “The bad thing in Madrid in the summer, is that at night cool.”
I take advantage of the summer months to visit my friends with farms, which offer me one, two or more days of holidays in them. Changing of airs, and above all, what is more pleasant to me: to travel the landscapes of wide forested valleys and true demographic deserts, with pleasure in the thought of strong flavors such as that of the gazpacho, overcome by the salmorejo, with aromas that reach us from the deep of history.
Apart from all that, we promise to work in the summer in new things, which were waiting for their turn on the list of applauded chores. And that is where we fail most, because the summer is also to relax a stress that harasses more than half of our compatriots.
Happy summer, then, to the readers of Planeta Earth, during the ventu-though.