Spanish views from a small town

This fall is so gradually introducing itself that many days it seems it's still late summer. Nights fall into the lower fifties, upper forties, and the halcyon days are in the upper sixties. (10ºC - 21ºC) It's not cold, and I'm only wearing a blouse or a t-shirt with my jeans. Sometimes I'll drape a sweater over my shoulders, but in the afternoons it becomes burdensome, though I never put it too far away.  It seems most people aren't sure what to wear, either. I have seen people bundled up in winter boots, winter coats, and scarves on a balmy afternoon . O thers I have see n wearing short-sleeved t-shirts and sandals i n a still-fresh early morning. I've still seen shorts an d tank tops out there, as well as an undecided young woman wearing a winter coat, mini-skirt, and bare legs yesterday morning.  It's not strange that there are more colds going around. If you dress for the warmer temperatures during the day, and night finds you outside, you'll...

Okay, I'm overweight. My skinny days have long since disappeared. Actually, they never existed. When I was thinner, I still had a round tummy and curves. Now, I have the curves and the round tummy, but extra curves have shown up where they needn't have, and my tummy is rounder. Call me stout.  My body is similar to many others in Spain. Yes, there are thin women, too. My daughter is testimony to that. There are also obese women that give the impression that if they fall they'll just roll away. The clothing industry, however, only sees rail-thin women that have been starving themselves for five weeks just to fit into their clothes. Sizes are a mystery bigger than that of the Immaculate Conception. Trying to buy some shorts once, I went from store to store. I tried on sizes that ranged from 42 to 54. I have no idea which one was my true size. I finally settled on the shorts in the store that labelled them as a 42 (14 American). So call me vain. There have been instances i...