If only San Geraldo and I spoke the same language.

Christmas morning, my allergies (OK, I should just admit it’s a cold — a miserable cold) had hit a really unpleasant point. For the first time in my life I had lost (mostly) my voice. (I’m sure there are plenty of people who would have enjoyed my company more than usual.)  

There was no running water in the house (and there isn’t any still). The kitchen was a disaster area (and it is still). So, despite my unhappy condition, we had to go out for breakfast (and I would much rather have stayed home just this once). San Geraldo (he is a saint) kindly waited on me hand and foot at Los Niños del Flor, ordering at the counter, delivering everything to the table for me: tea, tostada, water. Getting up again to bring me sugar (because it feels good on my throat and they didn’t have any honey). Like I said, the man really is a saint.

I rasped to him, “Gracias.”

“What?” he asked.

I repeated, “Gracias.”

He repeated, “What?”

“Gracias!” I loudly croaked.

He looked around the restaurant and then, clearly confused, said, “We have guests?!?”

Spanish is the least of our problems.


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 “¡¡¡Gracias!!!”

  1. What a shame to have two unpleasant things to cope with, your cold and your lack of running water……May both be resolved quickly, very quickly, in the best way…But lovely that you had Jerry to take care of you. I am just beginning to have slight hearing problems myself, where sometimes the first letter of a word is misheard. It certainly can lead to some interesting conversations!

    1. Kristi:
      I'd better be careful. I've gotten awfully whiney today!

      San Geraldo has keen hearing, but has a problem separating background noise from foreground noise. (And then there are the times he just isn't listening!) But he is a kind and loving care-giver. "What? I'm a kind of honey bear river?" … Never mind. The drugs San Geraldo picked up up for me might be working. I need a nap.

  2. Saludos mis alcachofas pequeñas! Que todos tus hijas tienen tres nalgas. Sólo te pido que evite pisar cualquiera de las alfombras de color púrpura o verde sin perder de conos de tráfico y susurrando Ave María.

  3. What a ghastly note on which to (almost) end the year. I do hope that long, LONG, before 2013 comes round your 'Saint's' efforts at assisting your recovery will have worked a little miracle – and you'll be full of beans again. I'll be following your blogs to check on your progress. Meantime, here's wishing you better – at speed max!

    1. Raybeard:
      Well, ONE bathroom is in working order. Supposedly, the rest will be completed tomorrow. So I can safely again be full of beans! Thanks for all the very kind wishes (and the patience with my whining). I need my mother!

  4. Aw Mitch! Just what you need a COLD to help you through the 'flood'! Drink your head off (no liquor) and get that bug out of you. Isn't it great to have hubby near to make things better….even if he doesn't have a clue what you are saying!! lol

    1. Jim:
      Nope, no liquor. Although I DID have a tiny glass of vino dulce (sweet Sherry) last night. It felt so good on my throat! Today back to tea and water and tea and tea and tea.

      San Geraldo is the best thing that ever happened to me — in sickness and in health!

  5. Oh dear, so sorry to hear that you have had a very trying Christmas.

    I do hope that a/ you feel a lot better very soon and b/ that the leak gets sorted out properly.

    At least it sounds like you were able to have some fun, regardless.

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