Málaga rains

Málaga rains and Sally ushers the dogs into their blanketed, pillow-filled shelters under the tables outside. It is the first rain since we've been here and then some, and though it's not heavy it is continuous, hopefully filling up our several parched wells.

We have no fear, because Ryan has a new nickname. Even if the waters burst from the heavens, if the clouds that envelop our little abode in mist were to liquefy, we don't even need a life preserver because we know who Ryan is. After discussing celebrity lookalikes, how I get Jake Gyllenhaal and Jim Carey and Ian gets Woody Allen for some reason, we now know why Ryan hangs around in a bathing suit, wants to go to EMT school, likes to speak in a German or Austrian accent, and probably conceals an innate desire to sing and dance. Ian points and exclaims: "You look like David Hasselhoff!"