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Our Andalucian paradise

My husband and I had lived in Mexico City, LA, Paris, Guadalajara, Oslo, Montreal, and Vancouver. On a rainy night in November 2012 we moved to a small town an hour inland from Malaga. 'Our Andalucian paradise' is about the historical town of Ronda, the mountains that surrounds it, the white villages dotted amongst them, of hikes, donkey trails and excursions around Andalucía and journeys further afield.

The rain in Spain…
21 September 2018 @ 07:57

Rainy view. Photo © snobb.net

I am sure you have heard the saying about the Spanish rain that allegedly stays mainly on the plains. Whether this used to be true or not, these days rain here can occur anywhere and any time.

Street view with rain. Photo © snobb.net

When my husband and I moved from the Canadian West Coast to the Spanish south a few years back, we knew that our life would be far sunnier that what we had been accustomed to. That is after all how the world at large sees Spain - beaches, sangría and most of all, lots of sun. But sunny Spain is not always so sunny and visitors are ill advised to think that they won’t encounter rain whilst on holiday in the Iberian south. I would certainly suggest checking several weather forecasts before tossing only shorts and flip-flops in the suitcase for a holiday in early November, as some tourists seem to do.

Hail in late summer. Photo © snobb.net

There is no way around the fact. It might, it will and it does rain in Spain. The annual rainfall in Madrid is actually only fractionally less than that of London, with the difference that the rain in the Spanish capital arrives in half the days of the UK one. Of course, Spain is generally a sunny place. In a normal year, our town might have no precipitation from May to November. Yet, rain it will, certainly as soon as the first signs of fall appear. Living in Andalucía, we have come to expect sudden cloudbursts and rapidly changing weather. In many ways el tiempo andalu’ echoes the temperament of it’s people, being both unpredictable and almost overly dramatic.Graveyard with storm coming. Photo © snobb.net

 

Added to the erratic weather patters of the Latin south are more frequent and severer storms that come with global warming. Ask any old person. The weather is not what it used to be. Antonio, one of our neighbours who has lived near a century (his age changes ever time I talk to him…) says that it rained much more in these parts in the old days, but they never experienced the volume, concentration and intensity that we now see. In an average year, Ronda will receive about 500 mm of precipitation, making it just over 40 mm per month. Yet, the fact this statistics doesn’t show is that this rain might come in a single day, in an hour, or even in a matter of minutes. The current record is from 2009, when Ronda received 110 litres of rain per square meter in less than 24 hours.

Rainy terrace view. Photo © snobb.net

Therefore, travellers, consider yourselves warned. When it rains in Spain, it can really rain. We are not talking merely cats and dogs. You might be confronted with an end-of-the-world downpour, such as the one we had a couple of days back. To be fair to the weather forecasters, they had predicted a possibility of occasional thunder and a couple of passing showers. But nothing could have prepared the town for the apocalyptic drench we got. Some neighbours measured (farmers do such things…) 60-70 litres per square meter in the space of about half and hour. We are talking biblical proportions. Streets became sweeping rivers and waterfalls that brought along any obstacle in its way - garbage, restaurant tables, and regrettably illegally double-parked cars. Stores, warehouses and homes were inundated.

Local newspaper heading after latest rainstorm. Photo © snobb.net

As ours is a traditional Andalucian town where most houses are attached, rainwater has no other way to than run downhill. Many local houses are built level with the street and have a step going down into the house, meaning that these will get flooded every time it rains. The only possible salvation for the home-owners is to put some kind of temporary rain cover in front of their entrance door during wet days, thereby trying try to prevent water from coming in, unless the rain rips the guard along in its wake first. Of course, one should be able to predict and hence avoid such flooding, yet it seems that we get caught with our pants down every time…

Dog with rain gear. Photo © snobb.net

Truth be told, I love a good storm. When we visited Ronda for the first time, it was actually raining sideways, and it never discouraged us from coming back. In the end, maybe this potential for dramatic weather is part of what attracted us to this place and made us choose it as our home?

Camino with storm coming. Photo © snobb.net

 



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Dave11 said:
22 September 2018 @ 08:28

Great blog and very true.....


anthomo16 said:
22 September 2018 @ 08:52

I love Ronda and its dramatic scenery like its name sake in Wales it is full of dark satanic mountains when it rains - almost like your nordic gods, it becomes fierce and like you I am mesmerised by the total drama of it. Then the sun comes out and peace decends.To me you have the best of both worlds proper seasons and breathtaking views. Thank you for your articles please keep them coming. Mo


mestala said:
22 September 2018 @ 09:14

When I lived in Oliva in 2002 we were told about the Gota fria which decended in about sept/oct time,and indeed it did.One year it never stopped raining for 8 days,and very heavy at that...floods galore all the way up to Valencia...yes it does rain


alant said:
22 September 2018 @ 09:21

Let me start by saying I live and have lived in the driest part of Spain for 27 years(Almeria).
History and recollections will vary from person to person. My good friend Christober who is 65 years old tells me that he has aseen the river Almanzora flow previously in August. I also remember an old guy (only knew him as Abuelo) that when he was young (if still living he would have had a telegram from the king or whatever happens here in Spain when you reach a ton)told me that in his youth the arroyo ran every year.


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