Hot

It’s 40 degrees out there. It really is hot – the sort of hot where you stop being able to think straight and start getting frustrated. Everyone seems to take it in their stride, they slow down, take off more clothes and take a lot of showers. I’m not sure I’m quite so relaxed with it, the English girl in me still feels as though we should be doing more with that afternoon sleep time (washing, tidying, making trips to places of interest). Actually, we’re just sleeping too. I guess any good Mediterranean would tell me that this is the way life should be lived. I think I could learn to love it, you end up getting two days in one.

We went to the Green Cathedral today – a church completely set outside on the lakeside. Wooden pews and alter under a canopy of trees. It was utterly beautiful, completely still and with that sense of awe that you get in a place where people have prayed and worshipped years. Mum had the results of her biopsy – the mass in her bowel is a secondary from her breast cancer. Standing there, I could pray and know peace. It’s going to be a long road ahead for her, but if anyone has the resources and the strength to do it, I know she has.