Everyone has been telling San Geraldo he needs to get some new clothes (especially jeans). But he hates to shop. On Tuesday after morning coffee, Linda, Tom, (sister and brother-in-law) and I nearly got him to the department store, El Corte Inglés. There's one just a few blocks from our house. But we three turned the corner and San Geraldo, being no longer "in the mood," did not.
Elena said she was coming over at 10:00 Friday morning to drag His Highness out to shop. He had Spanish class, so wormed his way out of that, too. However, he earned major points Thursday afternoon.
|BEFORE AND AFTER... SO FAR. (CLICK TO ADD WEIGHT.)|
We were running errands and passed the main El Corte Inglés. I suggested we stop and, to my shock, San Geraldo agreed. He tried on five pairs of store-brand jeans. None fit correctly. It wasn't fun. For either of us. I entered the store with Felíz (Happy) and I left the store with Gruñon (Grumpy). A name brand would work, but Levi's are about 100€ here. We can get three pairs for that money when we next visit The Dowager Duchess. He's got some Scottish blood running through his veins. Maybe I'll buy him a kilt. Or, as our grand-niece Eloise would say, "Ummmmm, maybe not."
|SAN GERALDO'S GRANDPARENTS (28-GREATS).|
"YES, DEAR, YOU DO HAVE NICE LEGS. BUT IT'S TIME TO BUY SOME BIG BOY PANTS."