Short and Sweet

A SWEET RIDE
When my cousin Al was here last week, he told me about his favorite car, the Renault Twizy. He doesn't own one. Living in Boston among Boston drivers, one wouldn't be living very much longer in one of these tiny electric cars. Although I had seen them on the web I had never seen one on the road. Two days after Cousin Al left, while Friend Albert and I were enjoying a beer at La Perlita, a convoy of Twizys drove by. There's room for the driver and one passenger, but not side-by-side.

RENAULT TWIZY OUTSIDE LA PERLITA.

DRIVER WITH PASSENGER IN BACK (IN T-SHIRT).

SWEET, SWEET MUSIC

The local knife sharpener was back today and stopped right below my window. His call is not as shrill as the sample I provided some months back — actually, kind of sweet. 

HIS NEW RIDE WITH THE BUILT-IN SHARPENER AND TOOL BOX, AND HIS SKY-BLUE PAN FLUTE.

SERENADING BELOW MY WINDOW.

SWEET VICTORY
Jerry and I actually watched European football (aka, soccer) and loved it. We watched Spain win over Portugal during the week to make it into the finals and then Sunday we watched the final game between Spain and Italy. People were gathered downstairs to watch at El Sanedrín. Jerry and I enjoyed the first half upstairs. I then went down at the half to join the crowd. It was hot outside and the air-conditioned bar inside was mobbed and noisy (with the requisite nut-job blowing a horn every few minutes). I had a quick beer, came back upstairs, and enjoyed the remainder of the game with Jerry. Every time Spain scored, Jerry and I jumped up and roared and the cats ran from the room. They didn't return for the fourth goal and kept their distance for a couple of hours.

WHILE ENJOYING A LOCAL BEER (CRUZ CAMPO) AT EL SANEDRÍN.

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!

MORE CHURROS AND CHOCOLATE
I had to make a tremendous sacrifice for Cousin Al. He had heard all about churros and chocolate and forced me to take him to Valor to try some. The only reason I agreed was because I was being a gracious host and was worried about my cousin. We were passing by after walking for hours in the heat. And the interior is comfortably air-conditioned. And we needed water. And, as long as we were there...

WE WERE SAINTS. WE DID NOT LEAVE WITH A BAG FILLED WITH GOODIES.
(BECAUSE CHOCOLATE WOULDN'T HAVE SURVIVED THE HOT WALK HOME.) 

AL ENJOYING A PERFECT CHURRO DIPPED IN RICH, SWEET, DENSE, DARK CHOCOLATE.
(THE SACRIFICES I MAKE FOR MY FAMILY.)

AW, RATS!

Would you shop in a clothing store that uses the below window display (two years running) to promote their Summer Sale? I won't. The poor, sweet rats.