Snow day in August

Sometimes you have to let nature take its course

If you know me well, you know I don’t do well with winter at home. I can’t with the logistics of getting through town with icy streets and snowbanks for sidewalks and blizzards that keeps going like they’re on the Energizer payroll. That said, my body’s settings—much like the haunches of Shakira—don’t lie. I can only take so much heat, so much beachy tourist traffic, and my system shuts down.

Not a fan of St. John’s weather, but the odd snow day is kind of perfect.

I was doing fine with the heat and the crowds in Nerja as long as I was able to swim in the cool sea. I’d get up super early, get a swim and a little beach time before heading back to start my workday on Montreal office hours. Signing off at 8:00 p.m., I could get another dip before sundown. The perfect circadian rhythm. But then—cue the Jaws soundtrack, but plunked on a toy piano—came the jellyfish swarms.

Trouble in paradise?