Burning Hell – The Spanish Sun In Gibraltar
May 3, 2010Summer is here, finally. After months of rain and wind it’s time for Flip Flops, short skirts and sun screen. For me, having spent most of my time in Germany, it is a miracle every morning to be woken up by the sun around 6 am. Of course I could put the curtains down, but once you have seen the red sun rising up, promising another day of blue sky and sun non-stop, you just don’t want to miss it. It might be that I will be one day tired of it, but at the moment I just get up and look fascinated at the sun, the sea, the white light in the morning.
It might happen I go to bed and try to fall asleep again, but the last days it was simply not possible, even if I had some days off. This morning I got up at 7.30 and spent some time in the morning sun before I left the house; even if it is a workday it’s my own short private shholiday time I sit on my balcony and read a book, having a quick breakfast.
I remember my months in India when it was the same, waking up (if I slept…damn chatting crows in front of my window) and being completely overwhelmed by the tropical heat, noises and smells. Here it is different, another type of heat, and of course I can walk around here in Flip Flops, a skirt and nobody minds.
Though sunscreen is now common to use in the morning my skin is constantly red. Not the lobster red, my skin already got used I guess, but the sun already makes is sizzle, I can almost watch it becoming red in the sun after 5 minutes. What will be in June/July/August? People here say you start to run for the shadow and I’m really curious; for me it can never be too hot, but maybe also I will be taught a lesson. Not the first one in my life 
Good night, world…cheers to the next sunrise which will wake me up…;)
