Lots of people love Spain. And that's probably because we have a lot of days like this.

You get up in the morning and it is already 25 degrees and sunny.

You get bread and have your cafe con leche in the local cafe. You join them reading the paper, listening to their comments mostly on football, merely the rivalry between Real Madrid and Barcelona.

You go home, have breakfast and go for a swim in the sea. Looking up, you notice there are cirrus castellanus clouds forming inland. So you know these could develop into cumulus nimbus clouds which are too big for us, too big.

You call your guests and tell them we're gonna stay near the coast to fly, and enjoy the cliffs.

At noon already, breeze is kicking in, but is well disturbed by the active air, so it is rough in the air. At two you take a break, a bite and a siesta. At 5 back on the hill till 7, to do some more gentle soaring. Looking over the back and seeing the huge development inland. Nasty.

You go home, ready fo a night out having tapa's, with Toni, because it is his birthday.

The evening breeze cools you down.