To be sure, these days have been difficult for myself and all of my mates. But as you Americans say, when the tough gets going, that going becomes even tougher.
And as a Mallorcan, I have been forged in the heat of this toughness! It was on that sun-kissed island that I perceived the following while lounging on the beach. A beggar with his hands out had slogged through the hot sand to approach a grandmother.
“Please, señora,” the poor man pleaded. “I haven't eaten all day.”
“Good,” said the grandmother. “Now you won't have to worry about cramps when you go for a swim.”
Rudy foto from the Oregonian.