Heaven, I’m In Heaven

Teré and Miguel returned finally from their summer vacation travels. They bounced around to a few places, visiting friends and lounging on various beaches, leaving us behind in the city. We forgive them though, because they deserved the break. Besides, as soon as they arrived home, Teré texted me to see if we wanted to come to her place for dinner that night. The answer, of course, was “Of course!” When asked, she told us we needed to bring nothing but ourselves, which is what we very ungraciously did.

HEADING OFF INTO THE SUNSET, WALKING ACROSS THE BRIDGE TO TRIANA.
(THE BRIDGE OF THE HOLY CHRIST OF THE EXPIRATION — AKA, “THE ONE WITH THE CANOPIES.”)

AT THE SAME TIME, LOOKING SOUTH TO ISABEL II BRIDGE (AKA, TRIANA BRIDGE).
(THE MATCHING TOWERS VISIBLE AT CENTER BEHIND THE TREES ARE AT EITHER END
OF PLAZA DE ESPAÑA. WE’LL BE BACK THERE NEXT WEEK.)

Teré and Miguel had invited another two friends, one we had met before with his partner when they welcomed us to their own house just before Christmas last year. She was traveling on business this time. As usual, their friends were warm, charming, interesting, and funny. We had a great evening, even though it was still 33C (91F) when we walked across the bridge to Triana at 9 p.m. San Geraldo was not a happy (or cool) camper by the time we arrived. But Miguel and Teré were ready for him. Although dinner was going to be enjoyed in the courtyard/patio outside Teré’s apartment, an electric fan was plugged in just for his highness, the 22-greats grandson of San Fernando El Rey.

IT’S ALL ABOUT HIM.
MIGUEL SETTING UP SAN GERALDO’S PERSONAL FAN.

We forgot that Teré’s birthday had occurred while she was away. There was a cake (chocolate) and candles. And there we were empty-handed. What this means is that Teré and Miguel are obligated to go out to dinner with us next week for a belated birthday celebration.

A VIEW FROM THE PATIO.

The highlight of the evening for San Geraldo was when Teré brought out a plate of patatas bravas (cubed potatoes fried in olive oil and served in a spicy tomato sauce). San Geraldo loves potatoes and, since our arrival in Sevilla, he has grown to especially love patatas bravas. He orders them in just about every tapas bar we visit, which means he gets a plate of patatas bravas mostly to himself every time, since I’m not a huge fan of potatoes. Teré foolishly handed the plate to San Geraldo to pass around and he chose to assume it was his own personal plate. Although he did share, the plate was finally passed back to him to finish things off. San Geraldo then sang contentedly while forking patatas into his mouth.

SAN GERALDO SINGING FOR HIS SUPPER.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

27 thoughts on “Heaven, I’m In Heaven”

  1. Hello:
    What a wonderfully relaxed late summer evening spent with friends and enjoying delicious food. As we both love potatoes we should, had we been there, most improbable, we know, have been in direct competition with San Geraldo.

    And by the way, is there any chance that San Geraldo could be obtained for our next musical soirée?!!

    1. Jane and Lance:
      San Geraldo (and I, too) would love the opportunity some day to join one of your musical soirées! Although, San Geraldo is very happy to break into song, I'm the one who usually knows the [real] lyrics!

      When we do get together, we'll be sure there are three times as many potatoes.

  2. Sounds like a fun evening…but didn't the Dower Duchess teach you to bring something? at the very least a bottle of wine?…lol

    saludos,
    raulito

    1. Michelle:
      Don't you have some Norwegian blood too? That's what Jerry blames it on. The Dowager Duchess brought us up to eat very healthy with limited amounts of starch. I think it was simply because she wanted to leave room for the ice cream.

  3. I'm with San Geraldo where potatoes are concerned. When I come to Spain for a visit you'd better not seat me next to him or we'll fight over those potatoes and someone will get a fork in his hand.

    1. Stephen:
      We've got another friend here who shares your love for potatoes. She and Jerry shared a huge plate one night and didn't even pass it to the other three people at the table. We'll just order more if you visit!

  4. Maybe potatoes are a mid-western thing because I grew up eating potatoes nearly every meal. I still love them in every way you can prepare them. I haven't ever had them Bravas style, however. I'm gonna hafta give that a try!

  5. That clip is precious! He really WAS in heaven!
    Good to reunite with friends……this post was a nice tribute to them.
    The name of that bridge with the canopies made me chuckle! You mean it has an expiration date and then it 'falls'!! I know, it just hit me funny.

    1. Jim:
      it was truly funny. He just spontaneously broke into song.

      As for the bridge name, there are so many names like that here. One of my favorites so far is a street called Calle Cristo del Buen Viajes (literally, Christ of the Happy Travels Street).

  6. I was wondering what happened to Teré and Miguel, but being away on holiday explains it. I only missed San Geraldo tapdancing through the room while he sang "I'm in heaven…" whatever next… "Food, glorious food!" while he begs for more [Oliver, the musical]. 😉

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