Friday, October 24, 2014

The Return Of The Poles

They're ba-ack. They're probably not from Poland — although I haven't asked them. Whenever I overhear them talking, it usually sounds like Finnish to me (with now and then some English).

What matters is, summer is over, most vacationing Spaniards are back at work, and the city is once again an international destination. And that means, if not Poles, at least "pole walking" has returned to Fuengirola. (Click here for last year's introduction to Nordic Pole Dancing.)

Some people (a very few) do seem to use the walking poles in the intended way. Others (most) seem to simply drag them along. But at least they're all out walking.












While looking for a good Polish polka band, I found this. They're Ukraninian but still...

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Food From Around The World

It all started late last week with Alfajores, a specialty sweet from Argentina. Our dear friend Jessica's grandmother is visiting from Argentina and she arrived with lots of goodies, some of which Jessica has kindly shared with me. Alfajores are sandwich cookies (bigger than Oreos) made with cornstarch and held together by a layer of dulce de leche.

FROM ARGENTINA.
APPARENTLY, ALFAJORES ARE NOT ALWAYS COVERED IN CHOCOLATE.
BUT I'M NOT COMPLAINING.

Tuesday, we took the bus to Torrox, a village in the foothills about an hour east of us, to visit with San Geraldo's cousins, Varin and daughter Berit, from Norway (more to come on that). We thought we'd go out to lunch but Vaarin decided we should instead enjoy a meal served on her roof terrace. It was a traditional Norwegian lunch — with a touch of Spain. Sparkling wine for starters. A great assortment for the middle. And persimmons and cherimoya for dessert. I had never before tasted cherimoya. Not a big fan, but it was worth a try. Berit told me they have a competition to see whose cherimoya contains the most seeds. Varin's had 15; Berits, 25; San Geraldo's, 21. I was the big winner with 29 seeds. I asked Berit what I won. "Oh, there's no prize," she said. "But you're the winner."

SO GOOD. VAARIN JUST THROWS IN WHATEVER SHE HAS AROUND.
(SO NO RECIPE...)
POTATOES AND STUFF.
NORWEGIAN SALMON!
EXCEPTIONALLY GOOD IBERIAN HAM.
PERSIMMONS.
THE REMAINS OF MY CHERIMOYA.

My mood was kind of low Wednesday morning. So, knowing that a visit with Ana and family at the fruit market is guaranteed to brighten any day, I joined San Geraldo when he went shopping. Ana had fresh cherimoya for sale. We didn't buy any. But I visited with Ana and her son David and I went back home feeling loved and so grateful to know these wonderful people.

CHERIMOYA AT THE MARKET.
ANA AND DAVID... SPANISH DELICIOUSNESS.
I TRIED TO GET A GOOD SHOT OF DAVID... I WASN'T SUCCESSFUL.
I TOLD HIM I WOULD CALL THIS PHOTO "BOND, JAMES BOND."

And now I understand what Patti Lupone was really singing about: Alfajores!

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Putting It Together

I've been collecting fabrics from the streets of Los Boliches and I finally have enough (more than enough) to make a quilt.



Bit by bit...