Hot dry Santa Ana winds blow from the east across the California desert every fall. They rip and roar their way over and down the mountain passes and rumble their way across the vast Los Angeles basin, pushing the smog trapped against the San Gabriel Mountains out to sea.
For a day or two the sunsets are magnificent from our perch in Long Beach…thick hues of oranges and pinks floating lowly above the Pacific Ocean as the sun dips behind the Palos Verdes Peninsula. But before long the Santa Ana winds have dried the flora out to tinder kindling. Sometimes nothing more happens. Other times, with just one spark, Malibu Canyon explodes in flames.
There’s a financial Santa Ana blowing across Europe this summer. Hot dry winds, originating from Greece, blow west across Italy like volcanic ash from Mount Vesuvius nearly 2000 years ago. They whip their way west across the Iberian Peninsula drying out the finances of Spain and Portugal to an explosive tinderbox. But the winds don’t stop there…
They reach gale force as they gust across the Bay of Biscay, encircling France and Germany on the west, while blasting northward past the Celtic Sea where they parch Irelands finances like an Irish coffee…or an Irish car bomb. Continue reading




