This weekend, Mr. Mad Cow and I have been treated to some pretty intense wind. We live on the top floor of our building, so I had often assumed that most of the wind-howling that I heard was related to the relationship between the height of our building and the angle of our skylight windows. Then this morning I read about “Emma” Now, naming storms is something that I normally associate with hurricane season, so the whole idea of storm-naming in Europe is quite bizarre to me. In fact, Emma is only the second named storm that I have experienced in all my time in Europe, which leads me to an important question:
What is up with all this freaky weather?
I know all about global warming and I must admit that Al Gore’s movie was very convincing, but I’m starting to wonder if there is another factor is all this weather business: ME.
Case #1: Spain
Spain is known for its warm, sunshine and I have been there twice. Not only did it rain more often than not, it was also bright and sunny in the traditionally rainy places that I left behind (Zurich and Lille.)
Case #2: Southern France
see above argument, but replace the word “Spain” with the words “Southern France”.
Hmmm… I think I may be onto something here. Cross your fingers that the curse of the Mad Cow never makes its way to glorious Greece =).