I wish I could understand Spanish or Catalan or whatever they speak on tv here so I could know what they’re saying about the weather. The wind is so strong the tops of the palm trees are perpendicular to the trunk. The rain is coming down in buckets. It’s got to be like being in a tropical storm.
That didn’t stop us from going to the beach this morning. Oh, no, quite the contrary. Kaitlyn couldn’t fathom weather bad enough to keep one off the sand and out of the water. So we went to show her that, yes, sometimes the weather is that bad. Instead she showed us how stubborn she is.
The wind blew so hard, I could barely walk. I don’t know how Kaitlyn wasn’t blown right over. She and Bill walked ahead of me. When I caught up they were tucked into a corner by the stairs leading to the sand. Even back there the wind was shipping. Kaitlyn didn’t seem to notice as she played in a big hole someone else had so thoughtfully left there.
I walked out toward the water to see what it was like. I was very quickly very sorry. Sand pelted my legs; it stung. A lot. I had to turn my back to the wind because it was impossible to face into it. Back at the hotel, I had a heck of a time getting the sand out of my ears and hair. Bill kept complaining about the sand in his mouth. Very gross.
Guess who had a good time? Kaitlyn. Although she didn’t go into the ocean. And even she didn’t last long in the hurricane-simulator.