Thursday, December 8, 2016

Walking To Bethlehem For Cotton Candy

Some days, the international news is just too much to bear. I stopped reading this morning and, instead, San Geraldo and I did the NY Times crossword puzzle together over our coffee. I prefer doing the crossword alone, but this morning I really enjoyed the togetherness.

Afterward, I went for a long walk. It began with a purpose but "the purpose" was closed because today is a national holiday, Fiesta de La Inmaculada Concepción (Feast of the Immaculate Conception). So I instead checked out the Municipal Nativity Scene (Belén) on the Plaza de Los Reyes Católicos. (Belén is Bethlehem in Spanish.)

I had no idea they had cotton candy in Bethlehem 2,016 years ago! (And candy apples!)

Thanks to San Geraldo and my walk in the sunshine, my day is so much sweeter.

(Click the images to sweeten your day.)

PLUS ... FRESH COCONUT SLICES, CHORIZO ...
AND SOMETHING WHITE SQUIRTED OUT OF A JUMBO TUBE?
A JEWISH SYNAGOGUE IN FUENGIROLA!!!


WE THREE KINGS...
NO ROOM AT THE INN...

LOOK AT THAT CROCHETING.
I WAS SO BUSY ADMIRING HER TABLECLOTH, I ALMOST MISSED
THAT GUY ON THE BALCONY IN HIS BATHROBE. 

THE BAKERY.
FIRST I THOUGHT, "COW." THEN I THOUGHT "WELL-ENDOWED BULL."
THEN I THOUGHT "DEFINITELY COW." BUT, HELL, I'M FROM THE CITY!
BESIDES, WHO EVER HEARD OF A BULL BELL?!?
ON THE PLAZA DE LOS REYES CATÓLICOS.
(THE CATHOLIC QUEEN AND KING STATUE AT RIGHT.)


"You're the apple on the stick..."

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

It's A Treat To Beat Your Feet

It was a bright, sun-shiny day! We walked over to El Jazzy for coffee this morning and, afterward, I took a 1-1/2-hour walk on the paseo. The City and businesses are out in force cleaning up the mess. Mountains of mud are being scooped up by trucks. Streets and walkways are being powerwashed.

MUD BEING CORRALLED ALONG THE PASEO.

There's a lot of work to be done on the beaches. Boardwalks and facilities were torn apart by the rain and mud. Huge trenches have been cut through the sand and the entire beach and shoreline need to be re-graded. I don't know what they do about all that mud on the beach. Maybe it's heavier than sand and will just sink? Right now, it's not very pleasant, but the tourists are back out there sun-bathing. I don't blame them. I saw many sad-looking people dragging their suitcases to the train station yesterday. (Click the images for bigger mud pies.)

SUNDAY AND...
... TUESDAY.
AT ANOTHER SPOT, THE SUN-BATHERS HAD ALREADY RETURNED.


It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mediterranean Mud, too...

Monday, December 5, 2016

Peacock, My Ass

When I was first out of university and looking for a job (with my degree in Art with minors in Psychology and English), my mother's friend, Leah Meis (name changed to protect the unkind) insisted I meet her son-in-law to see if he had a job for me. He interviewed me in Leah's bedroom (and, no, I didn't put out) and offered me a job in the mailroom of his factory-of-some-sort in New Jersey. I didn't like him much (nor did I like the offer); I thanked him and turned him down.

The next day, Leah arrived at my parents' apartment and demanded I take the mailroom job. I told her I was looking for something a bit more challenging and interesting.

Leah said, "Get the feathers out of your ass, Mitchell! You're not a peacock!"


Once I was gainfully employed, I walked into Saks Fifth Avenue and bought myself a very expensive, hand-painted, silk necktie. One spectacular peacock feather on a scarlet background.

(After another 15 years, Leah Meis retired to New Jersey and my mother, having finally decided she'd endured enough nastiness, refused to visit her.)


Dudo's Peacock Feather
On the subject of peacocks, when our niece Lindy's parents were visiting last month, her mother, Debbie, brought a bag of toys for the cats — two of each item. Included were a pair of peacock feathers from their own farm peacocks. Dudo and Moose were (and are) ecstatic.

My Ass
In preparation for our move to Spain more than 5 years ago, I finally retired that very old peacock feather necktie. I've at times considered having a peacock fan tattooed across my entire back (emerging from the crack of my ass).

(Click the images for a closer look... at Dudo, not my ass.)

DUDO AND HIS PEACOCK FEATHER.
SOMETHING FLEW BY.
WAS THAT AN ENTIRE PEACOCK???