island diary: rain moment

This morning, at the bay: the sky undecided yet, in a mix of sun and clouds, with wind from the north creating waves that then turned to sand patterns when reaching the shore.

Then, just an hour later, and starting exactly on the way to the breakfast terrace: some single rain drops. Then more drops.

“Rain,“ we tell the Spanish waiter.

The Spanish waiter smiles: "No rain," he explains to us. "Just water."