Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Two For One?

You know how I like to poke fun at couples that dress alike? Maybe you don't know, but I do. Before I get dressed, I always check with San Geraldo to make sure we don't walk out the door in the same colors or identical styles – i.e., twin polo shirts, twin khakis, similar jackets, hooded sweatshirts, even V-neck T-shirts... Hmmm, maybe I make too much of it. San Geraldo thinks so. Anyway, it's one of those things that bugs me.

However, I keep noticing twosomes and groupsomes out in public who clearly haven't given a thought to their joint combinations. I find myself harumphing to myself that they should coordinate before they go out. I then appreciate the irony of that.

I guess I should just mind my own business.

And take pictures (for you to click and enlarge).

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Everything But

While sitting at his desk Sunday morning, San Geraldo glanced out the window and noticed something really strange.

"Mitchell?" He called out. "Can you come look at this? And bring your camera."

I headed over and looked where he was pointing. "Do you see that?!?"

I looked across the street to an apartment across the way — an apartment that had never before allowed us a glimpse inside. I gasped.

There in clear view was a hooded or masked head with a glowing eye. It seemed to be leaning forward toward a computer screen. It was extremely creepy.

San Geraldo asked, "Do you see a head with two glowing eyes?"

I looked back in his direction and said, "Put on your glasses."

Then we both saw a head with one large glowing eye.

I snapped a series of photos of the alien and quickly downloaded them. I needed proof before we reported it.

I said, "Maybe it's Freddy Kruger. Did he wear a yellow mask?"

What I saw once I zoomed in was even more shocking.

WE HAD IMAGINED EVERYTHING. WELL, EVERYTHING BUT THE KITCHEN SINK.
DISH RAGS DRAPED OVER FAUCETS CAN BE FRIGHTENING. ANOTHER REASON FOR ME TO AVOID KITCHENS.


Hey, Mr. Spaceman!

Monday, March 27, 2017

Macho Man Monastrell

When we went to Geir Henning and Carl Johann's house for lunch recently (Sunday's post), we brought a bottle of wine for our hosts. Although I took a geography course in my junior year called Wine and World, I know next to nothing about wine (having taken the course solely for the wine tastings).

We had told the guys during our lunch at Meson Salvador that we tend to choose wines by their labels (or, inanely, by how expensive they are). I pointed out a label I especially liked in one of the wine cabinets at Meson Salvador. They liked it, too. So, before our lunch two days later, we picked up a bottle for them. It's called Macho Man Monastrell.


The other day, San Geraldo and I were back at Meson Salvador for lunch. When we arrived, we were told they had a gift for us.

A FULL-BODIED MACHO MAN.
TOO BAD IT'S NOT FILLED WITH WINE.
I'VE GOT TO BE A MUCHO MUCHO MACHO MACHO MAN!

For those of you who care about more than labels (like my friend Lidia, whose motto is "Fruit Forward!"), Macho Man Monastrell is a Spanish wine from the region of Jumilla  about 50 miles inland from the eastern Mediterranean port of Alicante (about 500km from where we live).
"Here, the vineyards are planted on light, sandy soils over a limestone bedrock, at altitudes up to about 800 metres above sea level; Monastrell is the main grape of the region. Hand-harvested grapes from very old vines provide the raw material for this big, boisterous, fruit-packed wine; four months in oak barrels provides a touch of softness and spice. The 2013 vintage was named in the top 100 wines in the Wines from Spain Awards 2015."
The bottle we gave the guys is filled with the 2013 vintage. What the team at Meson Salvador gave us is filled with air (or nothing).


Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey! You had to know this was coming...