Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Traveling With A Saint

We arrived home to Málaga yesterday (Tuesday) morning. I feel great at the moment. Well, not at this specific moment. OK, now I feel great again. But only at the moment. Jet lag and two months of non-stop activity and travel.

I have four gazillion photos to sort through and then share. But, don't worry, I plan to hone that down to under three gazillion. Today I'll simply share what it looks like to travel with San Geraldo.

It's a good thing I don't care about what anyone thinks (within reason).

On the other hand, San Geraldo is clearly without reason.

AMAZINGLY, NOT SAN GERALDO UNDER THAT BLANKET.
FLYING FROM NEW YORK TO MINNEAPOLIS.
COMING IN FROM THE SCREEN PORCH AT NEPHEW AND
NIECE-IN-LAW'S, RYAN AND EMILY'S, SIOUX FALLS, SOUTH DAKOTA. 

GREAT-NIECES AND GREAT-NEPHEW (ELOISE, ALICE, AND BENNETT).
THEY WARMED THEIR BACKS AT THE FIREPLACE AND THEN WARMED SAN GERALDO.
(THAT'S AN 'ELOISE' STICKER ON HIS FOREHEAD.)
AT A SUPPER CLUB IN SAINT PAUL, MINNESOTA (MORE ON THAT LATER).
I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION OF WHAT WAS GOING ON HERE. (TOWEL AND FAN BOTH?)
BALLARD, WASHINGTON (IN SEATTLE).
TOO COLD. NO HAT.
BALLARD (AGAIN).
TOO SUNNY. NO SUNGLASSES.
NEW YORK TO MÁLAGA.
OK, EVERYONE WAS COLD.
PHASE 2. IT GOT A LITTLE BETTER LATER IN THE FLIGHT.
FED UP WITH ME AND MY CAMERA: "UH, JERRY, MAYBE YOU
WANT TO TRY AGAIN... WITH THE CORRECT NUMBER OF FINGERS."
"THAT'S MY BOY!"

Friday, September 23, 2016

Taking The Long Way Home

From bidding a loving farewell to the Dowager Duchess to having the chance to spend special time with family and friends, it's been a long, emotional, elevating, busy, exhausting and eclectic seven weeks.

Since the 7th of August, we've flown from Málaga to New York City to Minneapolis/Saint Paul, Minnesota; driven to Pierre and then Sioux Falls, South Dakota to spend time with family; driven back to Minneapolis/Saint Paul to spend time with friends; and flown to Seattle, Washington, for more time with friends and family.

SEATTLE. OUR HOME AWAY FROM HOME AWAY FROM HOME AWAY FROM HOME
AWAY FROM HOME AWAY FROM HOME AWAY FROM HOME... MORE OR LESS.

Tomorrow, Friday, we fly from Seattle back to Minneapolis for a quick sleep-over before flying back to New York for two nights, to include one day with The Kid Brother. 

We are fine. We are happy. We are grateful. And, finally, we are physically and mentally exhausted.

We head home to Spain Monday, arriving Tuesday. We will miss [just about] everyone here and we are grateful for [just about] everything. But we look forward to once more sleeping in our own bed, cuddling with Dudo and Musy, being with our 'home friends,' and sipping cafe con leche in the Mediterranean sun.

So, expect my reemergence next week with more reading, commenting, and stories (and, of course, photos).

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

It's Not The Heat, It´s The Indignity

The Kid Brother came over this morning and he, San Geraldo and I took a walk for an early lunch at an air-conditioned restaurant in Coney Island. It's about a 15-minute walk. It was a very hot day. The minute we left the building, San Geraldo started to sweat (excuse me, Dowager Duchess, he began to perspire).

"Oh, this was a mistake," he soon said.

He took out his IKEA dish cloth and wiped the back of his neck.

"I don´t know if I´m going to make it," he said.

The Kid Brother and I slowed the pace for the very uncomfortable San Geraldo.

He DID make it to the restaurant, but not before sticking the dish cloth under his baseball cap.

(Click the images for bigger chickens... and other things.)

ABOUT TO CROSS SURF AVENUE. WHAT ARE WINGS FOR?
TO PUT SOME DISTANCE BETWEEN US AND THE PUBLIC EMBARRASSMENT. 

When I pointed out "the look" to the Kid Brother, he said, ¨What the...?!?," shook his head and moved a few feet away. I joined him.

After a very pleasant — and very cool — lunch, we decided to take the subway home. San Geraldo rode the two stops to The Duchess´ apartment and The Kid Brother and I rode another 15 minutes to his neighborhood. It was hot (remember?), so the Kid Brother suggested a stop at Carvel´s for ice cream.

THE ALWAYS PRESENTABLE KID BROTHER ON THE ¨F" TRAIN AFTER LUNCH.
(ALTHOUGH I THINK IT´S TIME TO REPLACE THAT 'GOOD LUCK' YANKEES CAP!)
FORT HAMILTON PARKWAY SUBWAY STATION, BROOKLYN.
A LONG, HOT WALK TO THE STAIRS.
OCEAN PARKWAY IN THE KENSINGTON NEIGHBORHOOD OF BROOKLYN.
NEAR THE KID BROTHER´S DIGS.
TWO BANANAS FOSTER SUNDAES. A BRILLIANT IDEA.