NOPE. NOT HIM... (ALTHOUGH THEY DO HAVE THEIR CHARMS). |
STILL NOT HIM... |
My cover model whistled much of the time. The sound couldn't be heard above the sound of the marching bands, voices, and nearby flamenco music, but I think he was simply doing it to calm his horse. And it seemed to work. A number of other horses were a little unsettled at times, but not his. I also noticed that The Horse Whistler had a very "good seat." And I mean that, of course, only in the most appropriate equestrian sense.
The Horse Whistler
So, now, after I offer you a brief glimpse below of the hunk (he's the guy in the pink jacket) who'll appear on the cover of my first (at least) romance novel, promise me you'll come back tomorrow to meet the Virgin... (of the Rosary) and others. After all, what romance novel would be complete without a virgin? Click any of the below images to fill the screen with romance.
A hot Spanish guy in a pink jacket on a horse AND Knock On Wood!
ReplyDeleteIt's like my dreams have come true.
Glad you're feeling better.
Bob:
DeleteIsn't kind of like thunder and lightning, isn't it?
Oh, my! First the gorgeous horses, then the hunk, but the last picture was the best, with the wonderful horsewoman in front. Thanks for the images in my mind.
ReplyDeleteHope each day gets better for you. I have been sending you thoughts of healing and love. Take care.
Jo:
DeleteOK, so maybe you're thinking of a different book!
Today was pretty good all day! Thanks!
Do you think the Spanish whistle more than folks in the USA? My mom whistled all the time she was doing housework... she even had a "special" whistle to call us kids (or get our attention). I never hear that here any more. But when we were in the Madrid airport we heard a man who whistled to keep track of his youngster... and when we'd walk around in Sevilla, we'd hear folks whistling... I think just for the pleasure... now, your hunk is whistling to his horse.... Just wondering?
ReplyDeleteSharon:
DeleteIncessant whistling really gets on my nerves, And, although I haven't done the definitive study on the number of Spaniards who whistle as compared to the number of Americans who whistle, I'd have to guess that there's likely no difference. American whistlers used to annoy me just as regularly as Spanish whistlers do. Now if they all looked like the guy on the horse... Nah, not even then!
The last time I was in Madrid there were so many guys walking around with sultry, dark Tyrone Powers good looks that Mrs. Chatterbox nearly came down with a case of the vapors.
ReplyDeleteStephen:
DeleteOh, there are still plenty of those guys around. And "the vapors," too. (I had a very proper Southern friend who once insisted to me that that phrase refered to "gas." I could never find any proof of her assertion.)
The country you live in is like a whole 'nother world. :-)
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Pearl:
DeleteNothing like Minnesota, that's for sure.
He looks very Spanish, which I suppose ought not be a surprise.
ReplyDeleteAndrew:
DeleteIt's always nice when the fantasies live up to expectations (as far as they go)...
Yes, you better knock knock knock on wood!
ReplyDeleteI must say Mitchell that you do have an eye for 'good seats'!!
Good to hear you are feeling much better. Now take it easy.
Jim:
DeleteWell, I ran out of steam yesterday. So far, today is so-so. Hoping to find my mojo this afternoon so I can go to the fair! (And, yes, I do have an eye for good seats.)
I'm glad you're feeling better! Don't tempt fate too much by mentioning it! I've really been enjoying the pictures of this procession/festival.
ReplyDeleteKristi:
DeleteI think I should have knocked on some solid wood yesterday instead of this press-board. Still, better than last week! More to come today from the procession and then I hope to get to the fair!
Once again, I'm amazed at the number of festivities like this that go on in Spain.
ReplyDeleteI love the matching ponytails on the two riders :)
Judeet:
DeleteI also loved those matching pony tails. I could do that if I wanted. All I have to do is wear a hat and attach a pony tail. We don't have half the festivals in Fuengirola that we're did in Sevilla, but it's still wonderful. Today, come hell or swollen glands, I'm going to the fair!