Thursday, July 24, 2014

Gonna Get In My Car

San Geraldo and I rented a car today. We went to IKEA for linens, bathroom cabinets, and other stuff. Then went to Plaza Mayor where San Geraldo got LOADS more new clothes (three pairs of walking shorts and about a dozen shirts), while I got one (that's right, only ONE) V-neck T-shirt.

Later, we'll head to Iceland (the store, not the country). It's the only place in town that sells frozen fruit. San Geraldo loves the berries. Well, San Geraldo IS the berries.*

We went for a walk Tuesday and saw a number of cars that looked like they'd be so much fun to rent. (Although I'm really grateful we don't have the same kind of traffic in our neighborhood.)

Click on any image to understand why it was so difficult to make up our minds.

I LIKED THE PROFILE OF THE SEXY LITTLE GREEN NUMBER,
BUT THE YELLOW WAS ALSO KIND OF COOL.
AT FIRST GLANCE, WE BOTH FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS ONE...
THEN I NOTICED THE SICK (AS IN TOTALLY COOL)
WHEEL COVERS ON THE ONE AT LEFT.
WHEN THE WHITE CAR CAME INTO VIEW, I THOUGHT I HAD FOUND THE ONE.
BUT I SAW THE CURRENT RENTERS TREATING IT ROUGHLY.
THEN HE GOT STUCK...
... AND THERE WENT THE SHOCKS!
SO, THIS IS THE CAR WE HAD TO RENT.
(BESIDES, THE OTHERS WOULDN'T GET US ANYWHERE NEAR IKEA).  

This song sums up the way I used to often feel as I drove to work. I'm so glad those days are over and I can simply enjoy the music and the talent.


*In case you didn't know, "the berries" is 1920s American slang for something pleasing... Just like "the bee's knees," "the cat's pajamas," and "the cat's meow". 

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Sand In My Shoes

So many people complain about the beach. They love to go, but they hate all the sand that gets into everything. Well, the City of Fuengirola seems to have solved the problem.

I awoke early on a foggy Monday morning last week to the usual sounds of the street cleaners. People with brooms. People with [leaf] blowers. Trucks with rotating brushes that clean and vacuum the streets. Other small trucks on the beach emptying trash cans.

But there was a sound that I couldn't quite place. I looked out my bedroom window and saw a uniformed man on the beach making a neat, consistent pattern in the sand with what looked like a lawn mower. It was a beach vacuum cleaner!

My camera battery ran out while I shot these images, so most were taken with my phone. Still, click any image to make them even foggier.

THE USUAL:  BLOWING...
... STREET CLEANING...
... HAULING.
NO WAY TO VACCUM FOG?
I CALL IT 'THE SANDSUCKER.'
BUT THERE'S ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT...   IT LEAVES LOTS OF SAND BEHIND.
MAKING SURE TO VACUUM THE "PILE" IN THE SAME DIRECTION (JUST LIKE A CARPET).
NO ONE ELSE SEEMED TO THINK VACUUMING THE BEACH WAS AT ALL ODD.
ANOTHER NEW MACHINE (SPOTTED THE OTHER DAY).
I'VE ONLY SEEN IT LEAVING THE BEACH, SO I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT DOES.

What will I do without sand in my shoes?

Monday, July 21, 2014

We Are The Goon Squad And We're Coming To Town... Beep Beep

As I've told you before, I will not judge others for what they wear. They probably think my taste and combinations are a bit peculiar, too. But I will continue to share some of the more "special" fashions I see.

IT WAS A BEACH BALL.  
CHECK, MATE!
A LITTLE SOMETHING FROM BELGIUM. 
THE BRITISH ISLES... A TOUCH OF FLOWERS AND CALYPSO?
FLOWERS EVERYWHERE.
ANOTHER DAY... FROM BELGIUM.
TRES CHIC COMING...
EVEN BETTER GOING.
HELLY KITTY!

To see some of my other "fashion police" posts, click here and here and here and here and here and here. (¡Dios mio! I had no idea I was such a critic!)

Fashion. Turn to the left. 
Fashion. Turn to the right.