Under the Weather

I woke up Monday morning with all the classic symptoms—runny nose, aching muscles, slight digestive disturbance—you know the rest. It is what everyone around us here in Sahagún has. They call it la gripe—we call it the flu. I’m taking vitamin C and Sudafed and eating warm soup and arroz con leche. It’s one of those uncomfortable, but not serious illnesses. The Spanish have an elegant word for “under the weather”—pachucho. So I’m un poco pachucho right now. They say it is an illness that a doctor can cure in a week or will go away by itself in seven days. I certainly hope so. In the meantime, Elyn took some wonderful photos of the hoar frost Monday morning that I’m posting below. Enjoy.

Now, on Wednesday, I feel almost back to normal. I’m told that this gripe is a two-day affair and that seems to be my experience. Anyway, this post is a day late due to the gripe and a failure of the local server.