Encounters with the Guardia Civil
I had my third ever run-in with the traffic division of the Guardia Civil, Spain’s national police force, this past week. I was on my way out of Higuera de la Serena, the small town in Extremadura, southern Spain, where we spend a week each August drinking beer and complaining about the heat. Luckily, it was early in the day, before the day’s imbibing had begun. Before I explain what happened, let me briefly summarize my first Guardia Civil encounter, because the lessons it taught me came in handy this week.
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Some of my mornings at the local park feel like an infinite loop of watching Nora climb up the ladder and zoom down the slide. Unfortunately, in most of the playgrounds, I don’t quite trust her to get up the ladder by herself, but there’s one that has stairs rather than a runged ladder. I took her there last Sunday and recorded a windy video of her from the stability of a park bench. If the wind wasn’t moving all the trees, I think this animated gif would have compressed a lot better and the quality could have been improved. As it is, it does have an Ye Olde Cinema look to it, 






