Sitting in the moonlight, on my terrace at the front of our house on this balmy Andalucian night ( it’s a half moon tonight ). I’m looking down the long valley towards Velez Malaga, a seaside town down there on the costa. As always in Spain, there’s a fiesta going on. It sounds as if there’s a battle going on down there, the air filled with loud dull booms; or as it might be some fleet having gunnery practice. The Spanish are very much into fuegos artificiales; that’s fireworks to you and me,... Sign in to see full entry.