Heatwave. Yesterday, on Friday, I saw 34C. That’s 93 in Fahrenheit. It was a workday and I had to run some errands, driving for half day in the city, sitting in the black car all windows down. Because I do not want to get ill from AC. Yeees, I know. But I have another reason why windows were down and jeans were literally stuck on me as I was profusely sweating. I guess I was sweating because so far I have known sweat coming from armpits and face, and occasionally buttcrack. Yesterday I encountered sweat coming from my back and thighs? I really did not piss my pants but they were totally wet. And I certainly did not piss my back while taking odd positions but my tee was also soaking wet. All in all it was disgusting. I met my friend Tony on the street when I was galloping to my dentist. I have not sen him 15 years! So we hugged and that was disgusting. But we said nothing. Had a lovely chat with him. He is cool and one of the people I know who has most unexpected life simply happening to him. Let me tell you.

Tony is from Ecuador. He was professional concert pianist in Moscow and St. Petersburg for almost a decade or so. He was teaching piano to keep boredom away. He learned Russian, he is fluent in it. He left Russia because he was getting paid peanuts and it was not interesting anymore. Went to Paris. Lived there for three years, played piano, teached piano and learned French. He then moved to Finland and found a lady there whom he married. He now learned Finnish to keep boredom away. This lady got work in Finnish embassy in Estonia. They moved to Estonia. He learned Estonian to keep the boredom away. All while doing some translation work for European union various offices. So Tony is fluent in …. Spanish, English, Russian, Finnish, Estonian, French. And can handle Portugese and Italian. He is one language ahead of me. Well, sort of, I don’t speak Spanish nor French. Yet. But he doesn’t speak Polish nor Ukrainian. So in the end it’s a tie. Sort of. Almost. Because he probably would understand Polish and Ukrainian too. So he gave me a lot of motivation to learn Spanish and French. To keep boredom away 🙂 and I shall keep boredom away.

Now in cottage. As a contrast to yesterdays heatwave now, in the eve or at night, it’s 17C, roughly 62F. And to no surprise I am freezing. I made my bed in sauna (the building, not steamroom 🙂 ). I have now three blanckets on, one of them is with down, one woollen. I still have cold toes. I did not take any clothes with me, nor socks. Nothing. Because it was supposed to be summer. Freaking summer!!! Obviously it’s over now. Hailstorms was promised for today but we had nothing. It would again, destroy all crops, or plants like tomatoes and things. So I was prepared to carry my plants under the roof. My tomatoes are in special boxes, they have even wheels. I keep them outside because I don’t have greenhouse yet. And with those hailstorms more and more frequent I am suspecting I will not be having one any time soon…. Maybe once I move to France, depending on the weather there. 

I was going through my stash of clothes and shoes, looking for my Birkenstocks. Not the wooden ones you should be able to walk on water. I have all white ones with that thing in the middle of toes. Now, how can one lose shoes? Tell me. How? I bought them when I was last on quest looking for best coctail in Tenerife. I walked tens of kilometres from my hotel to Hard Rock cafe. Every day. I wanted to get tan, fit and hungry by the time I got there. And so I did. Two day walking, my feet are burning. But all I could think of were the coctails. They make mean coctails. So on the way back to my hotel I was getting slower and slower. Took my shoes off and walked in the ocean to cool down a bit. Oh, bliss. I remember my feet were so over I figured I will walk either barefoot all the rest of the vacation or get myself something new to ease the pain. To be honest, I already had my most comfy shoes with me, flipflops, sneakers, thigs like that. And then, some half way back to hotel them spaniards have put a port. Tiny port for local ferries that go between the islands. I had to get off the water and put on these dreadful shoes that in my homecountry are the most comfy things ever, but in heat they sort of shrink :)…. OK, my feet were swollen from the heat and ten plus kilometres every day. I dragged myself out of water and conveniently saw shop for tourist. Somewhat fancy shop, not the rails-on-street-kinda thing, proper one with elevators and electricity and card payments. Airconditioning too. So I had to put my shoes on because the stone floors together with AC would be killer combination and I would end up sick for sure. And there they were. Birkenstocks. I can’t make myself wear the originals so I opted for new fancy look of soft foam like plastic shoes yet same comfort! I tried them on, and I kid you not, I felt like in heaven. No pain, no burning, just cool and soft. When the port came my way I contemplainted on taking a cab to hotel. Now with the long dreaded ol’ farts shoes turned top modern I was ready to walk another ten kilometres. It felt unreal. I did not feel them on even. And now brings me back to original question. How can you lose shoes?

It’s 1 at night. Some animals running on my terrace in front of the sauna and I try to see who it or they are but no luck so far. Silence now. Month ago the birds were singing nonstop. Now they prepping for Egypt I guess. It’s also darker again. After Midsummers the nights get darker again and in August the skies are the prettiest. Full of stars.

Good nite now,

Will give another go with the Birkenstocks tomorrow. Will pretend I really want to find them…. Instead I would not mind going to Tenerife to find a new pair 🙂

Tuuduluu