Hot and Humid

This is the time of year in Malta that reminds me of Timor. I'm pouring sweat just sitting still. Yesterday I was out for my fortnightly trip to the supermarket in Birkirkara (often written B'kara) with my friend Lenore, and we were reassuring each other that the end of summer was in sight, "only four more weeks of this weather", and "the sun's setting earlier these days". Yes, I complained all winter about how cold it was, and now I can't wait for summer to end! But at the moment I'm stuck indoors most days from around 9 am until 7 pm because the sun is simply too strong and too hot for my body to take - even equipped with dark sunglasses, hat and parasol (well, my umbrella). Roll on September!