Saturday, August 30, 2014

Two, Three, Four, Stick Around I'll Tell You More

I'm noticing a significant improvement in my state of mind lately and might even risk telling some stories again soon (without the fear, or worry, of boring you).

In the meantime, I thought I'd share an image of a summer neighbor who's been lounging poolside lately. She's her own work of art (reminds me of work by artist Duane Hanson; click here if you're unfamiliar).

CLICK TO ENLARGE ON MY PHOTOSHOPPED VERSION OF REALITY.

BY DUANE HANSON.


I actually remember watching this show in 1960.
(It must have been in a past life.)

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Chiringuito Keys

I took another one of my long walks Wednesday with the idea that I would get pictures of ... um... what? ... of... pictures...

REMIND ME AGAIN WHY I'M HERE...
(CLICK IT TO MAKE IT BIGGER...)

... Oh, chiringuitos! I was about to tell you about chiringuitos.

A chiringuito is a restaurant/bar right on the beach. There are dozens of them here in Fuengirola. I have included photos of those east of where we live (and this time, I really mean east and not west; I got confused on my last post). The chiringuitos are well-known for the "boats" they have outside filled with sand and firewood for preparing different skewered fish (especially sardines).

VERY INVITING.

Enjoying a meal or drink in comfort on the beach with the gorgeous view can be very enticing. But, prices are often higher at the chiringuitos than they are at many of the restaurants and bars across the street. Also, quite often, you don't get what you pay for. There are, however, a few good ones. I've been told the one right across the street from us is one of the best.



Our friend Tynan refuses to eat at a chiringuito. As part of an agreement with the city, all the chiringuitos have to provide public access to their restrooms (toilets). I can't remember Tynan's exact words, so I'll paraphrase (and won't do him justice):

"Some bloke walks in off the beach. A waiter or someone passes him a key attached to a huge, dirty wooden thingy. The bloke comes back a few minutes later and returns the key. You know full well he hasn't washed his hands. The staffer hangs the big contaminated wooden thingy back on its hook — using his bare hand, mind you — and goes right back to dishing up your food."

THE CHIRINGUITO ACROSS FROM US WITH ITS YEAR-ROUND AMARYLLIS.
A SMOKING BOAT.
THE GUY IN THE MOSAIC MUST BE MARTIN.
ALL FIRED UP.
SHADED TERRACE DINING.
HOPE THAT'S ENOUGH BEER.
AND, OF COURSE, PAELLA.
CHARMING, BUT AIR QUALITY SUFFERS.
ANOTHER... THIS ONE APPARENTLY SELLS LOTTERY TICKETS.
SKEWERED SARDINES.
OR IF YOU'D PREFER TO HAVE SOMETHING PREPARED IN THE KITCHEN.
AN OASIS.
PEAKING IN THROUGH AN OPEN WINDOW.
I STOPPED TO GET A REFLECTIVE VIEW THROUGH TO THE BEACH.
BUT SOME HALF-NAKED GUY HOVERED IN THE BACKGROUND.
SO I MOVED OVER TO GET HIM OUT OF THE PICTURE AND THEN
DISCOVERED I WAS "SOME HALF-NAKED GUY."

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Step By Step

I took another long walk the other day — west east (mostly) on the Paseo. Fuengirola has 7.5 km (about 4.7 miles) of beach and the Paseo fronts most of it. When you reach the end of the paseo in that westerly easterly direction, you've just about reached the border of the city of Benalmádena (Ben-ahl-MAH-deh-nah). Fuengirola along the coast is mostly flat and very accessible. Benalmádena, on the other hand, is mostly not. But it's got some great views.

Usually, where the Paseo ends is where I stop. That's a 3.1-km walk from our house. But Saturday, I decided to cross onto the sand and continue. There's a winding staircase that leads up to a huge cliffside resort — and the main coast road into Benalmádena (although the center of town is still at least another 7 km — and then back). 

It's a quicker walk if you don't stay down below on the beach. And there are, of course, buses (and trains), But where's the fun in that?

(Click images for more sand.)

STEPPING OFF THE PASEO AND ONTO THE BEACH.
YOU CAN SEE THE RESORT AT THE TOP OF THE CLIFF IN CENTER BACKGROUND.
GETTING CLOSER.

I walked to the bottom of the steps. This was the closest I've come to climbing. It was a glorious, warm, sunny day for a walk. But, I was a bit overheated and decided that my 7-km roundtrip was enough for a summer day. So, I'll wait for the weather to cool a bit — maybe another month — and then I'll take a trip it to the top (and who knows where from there).

DON'T THOSE STEPS LOOK INVITING?
LOOKING BACK EAST WEST (MOSTLY).  NO CLIFFS.
UNLIKE IN FUENGIROLA, THERE ARE SEVERAL HOUSES RIGHT ON THE BEACH.
CONTINUING EAST-ISH WEST-ISH.  TIME TO GET HOME FOR A LATE LUNCH A LA SAN GERALDO.

Step By Step...