The Spanish define making a fortune or lots of advantages with the phrase 'Hacer el Agosto' which, translated in English would be: harvesting or taking full advantage of all profitable aspects with good results. Though why Agosto (August) is used is not clear; I suppose that being the month of holidays when people are less inclined to be too cautious with spending money, and freer with indulging in momentary fancies and desires.
It's now the last week of August, the period when I tend to feel strangely moody or restless. It still feels like summer, with heat and high spirits, lots of tourists and idle locals everywhere (except for the people in the tourist trade working doubly hard of course) enjoying even more frantically whatever activities they most enjoy doing during this last remaining week of August. Like the last kiss, the last good-bye lovemaking, fully aware of the inevitable separation for whatever reason, trying to hold on tight for the last time. I had some such experience; always extra intense, passionate, mixing pain with pleasure, fulfilment and loss.
These so-called 'summer (or holiday) romance. Some even call it love. You embark on the love knowing right from the beginning that's going to end in a few days or weeks. As if August doesn't actually form part of one's life, just a simple escapade, an interlude before you return to the normal routine of life.
I am more mature now. Such temporary pleasure just doesn't compensate with the real pain that insists on interrupting or interfering with the heart any more, in August or any other time.
