We went to the shopping center, Plaza Mayor, a 25-minute train ride. (Click any image to see big cows... and other things.)
|LEAVING THE TRAIN. SO CONVENIENT.|
|ENTERING PLAZA MAYOR.|
|THE ORANGE TREE COURTYARD.|
Jerry's poor sister Linda (the shopping/browsing queen) will be very disappointed (and her husband Tom will be hugely relieved) to learn that when we were there with them in March, we only covered about 5 percent of the shopping center. It's huge! We had a great lunch, a very successful shop... and we saw lots of fiberglass cows.
|PARKING YOUR BANANA. FRUITY LOTS.|
Speaking of what to call things: San Geraldo was updating his packing list this morning while we had coffee downstairs. He pointed to the shorts he was wearing and asked, "What do you call these?"
I said, "Shorts."
"How do you differentiate between these and boxer shorts?"
"I would call boxer shorts underwear. That's what I call my briefs, too."
"Could you call these 'walking shorts'?"
"You could. If you need to differentiate on your packing list between those and your running shorts."
"I'm not bringing any running shorts," he said. "I'll just call them shorts."
Sometimes, San Geraldo's world can be so complicated.
|VERY COOL, STATE-OF-THE-ART RESTROOMS. EXCITING, HUH?!?|
|LEAVING THE RESTAURANT, WHILE THE GUY ABOVE CLEANED UP. |
HE REMINDED ME A BIT OF THE JEAN PAUL GAULTIER MODEL (BELOW).