I squawked, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA!" as I jumped back.
San Geraldo burst out laughing. We wish there were video.
|TODAY'S MOCK ORANGE... AFTER THE BEE.|
When I first met with the surgeon about my hernia, he reviewed my medical history in the medical center's online system.
With a lift of one of his dark and substantial eyebrows, the surgeon asked what sounded to me like, "¿Se muerde una obeja?" ("Did a sheep bite you?")
"Perdona?" I responded.
He explained that, according to my medical records I am severely allergic to "obejas," and he wondered how I knew.
I laughed. "No obejas! Las avejas!"
"Not sheep! Bees!"
Back to El Jazzy
When we got to El Jazzy, we saw again the spectacular display of roses climbing the fence that separates the Roman Ruins park (click here) from some tennis courts. The fragrance is amazing and I wish I could post that, too. I kept my distance and took some pictures. These are the true colors of our day. (Click any image and then just imagine...)
It's time you learned about the facts of life...