When most Malagueños foreigners pretending to be Malagueños see the above weather forecast they are filled with one emotion: Despair. Mourning at the end of summer and loss of beach weather. Rain means you stay at home. You don’t go out. It’s just not something we’re used to here, so we hide from it.
However, I looked up at the sky this morning and had one thought. These are calling my name:
Perfect cloud cover. Rain sprinkling on your face on and off. The sun occasionally peeking out, maintaining that perfect 20°C/68°F. It’s about as good as running weather can get, so I grabbed my ipod and headed down here:
|Disclaimer: picture taken on a sunnier day
My treasured Malagueta. I can’t believe I ever wanted to leave you. I won’t ever get tired of having the Mediterranean as the back drop to my afternoon runs.
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