When San Geraldo and I traveled around the USA, no road trip was complete without a package of OREO Cookies. I found them being sold in the train station in Málaga, and I of course bought them for our rail trip. We must be home.
|“PLEASE DON’T FIDDLE WITH THE OREO MIDDLE…
‘CAUSE THERE’S NOT ANOTHER MIDDLE LEFT TO FIDDLE WITH.”
SPANISH OREOS COME WITH INSTRUCTIONS. I WONDER IF AMERICAN OREOS DO THE SAME.
A new plumber was here yesterday. We have two working toilets, three more holes in our walls, and no more water running down the wall (at least not right now). That’s as far as we’ve gotten. Still loads of mold. I’m getting out the hedge trimmers. No thermostatic control on the water heater and no technician in sight. But we just fantasize about our move to the sea (while we prepare all our documents for our departure from our apartment in Sevilla). No complaints (well, none worth listening to).
The train ride home, as I mentioned, was a pleasure. I was frustrated by the fact that I couldn’t open a window or get outside to take pictures (not that I would have any realistic expectation of that being possible). However, when I downloaded my photos, I decided shooting through the reflecting train windows produced an oddly abstracted, animated, impressionistic, expressionistic, surreal look. So, I’m happy.