Who Cut The Cheese?

I’ve been spending time with dear old friends from Washington, D.C., Jim and Cindy, who now live in Northern California. They’re visiting Sevilla with their two charming, clever, and amazing kids, Celie and Will (11 and 8).

INSIDE THE CATHEDRAL.

Yesterday, I joined the family as they toured the Cathedral and climbed the Giralda (bell tower), strolled the Barrio Santa Cruz, and checked out lots of other places along the way. We had lunch, coffee and hot chocolate, ice cream, and then we all had a perfect dinner at Dos de Mayo followed by more coffee, hot chocolate, and cakes at Emperador Trajano. During our ice cream break in the afternoon, everyone was wondering what San Geraldo was doing and I said he probably had just finished his siesta and would now be having his afternoon snack of cheese, crackers, and apples. I said he always serves up that snack in the afternoon, and that I consider it cooking because he slices the apples.

VIEWS OF SEVILLA AS WE CLIMBED THE GIRALDA.
FACING OFF. THE HORSE EVENTUALLY WON. SHE SHOOK HER HEAD, SNORTED, AND THEY JUMPED.

IN YEARS TO COME: “WILL, WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER ABOUT SEVILLA?”
ANSWER: “I WALKED RIGHT UP TO A HORSE. AND I CHASED A PIGEON.”

OVER THE RAINBOW WITH CELIE AND WILL.

Will asked, “Is cutting the cheese also cooking?”

I began to answer semi-seriously that to me at least it was when I noticed that Celie was in a fit of hysterical laughter.

Oh, “cutting the cheese,” as in passing gas, breaking wind, tooting, farting, or any number of terms. Did I mention they were charming?

“IS CUTTING THE CHEESE COOKING?”

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..

31 thoughts on “Who Cut The Cheese?”

  1. Sweet kids!
    That first photo of stained glass window is stunning!!
    The 'climbing the Giralda' photos are great too.
    Whoa,was that YOU? lol

  2. I often hear about the Cathedral in Seville which is incredible and fantastic but the nearby Alcazar is also a treasure, but nobody ever mentions it. I think the Royal family stays there when in town.

    1. Stephen, when I was in Seville last October, visiting Mitch and San Geraldo, I did went to the Alcazar and it's magnificant, the halls, the gardens, the art. Alas the rows in front of the cathedral [to get in] were too long and it was too warm [IMHO] but we saw one of the side chapels. The cathedral has to wait till another time.

  3. "Grandpa cut the cheese!" was an annual Thanksgiving tradition call when Grandfather opened the edam cheese for our pumpkin pie. I think of family thanksgivings when I hear this dreadful term.

  4. I've had the pleasure of being in Sevilla twice but never managed to climb the Giralda — my loss. Maybe I'll get another chance some day. But I did get the chance while visiting inside the Cathedral to shake the hand of la Reina Sofia as she was exiting from a memorial service she had attended. She was both elegant and gracious.

    1. Will:
      I love climbing the Giralda. Fascinating history and incredible views. Next time, I'll have to remember to take pictures of the interior. As for shaking hands, with the elegant and gracious, I DID get to shake Will and Celie's hands (and kiss their cheeks)!

    1. John:
      Or several stiff drinks? San Geraldo is not a big fan of heights, but doesn't mind the Giralda. My photos make it look like you're much more exposed than you really are when climbing. And, I was always shoving my camera out into space for the photos. I have no fear of heights myself, but I'm nearly phobic of climbing between a ladder and a roof. Bizarre.

  5. That window is unbelievable. Really one of the most impressive stained-glass windows I think I've ever seen. You live in such a beautiful place, so different from where I am. Canada is so young! 🙂

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