Very Good, Very Nice

I’m at least three of the Seven Dwarfs this week. Sneezy, Sleepy, and Dopey for certain. If Coughy, Sniffly, Achy, and Whiney were Dwarfs, I’d have them all covered. (San Geraldo cornered the market on Grumpy.) Colds have always been my stress illness. Every time I started a new job (which was often), I would have a cold my first week. I’m going to work on ways to reduce the risk and the number of colds once we start our next new life on the beach (in one week). I’m sure simply the location will help. Being finished with “F” will also help. He’s now making threats. Nothing reality based, but unpleasant enough that we decided to hire a lawyer rather than deal with him directly any more. And that means the story will soon be, thankfully, over.

We went out for dinner with Teré and Miguel to celebrate Jerry’s birthday. I was a bit of a drip, but it was still a great evening. We went to a Japanese restaurant that, I think unintentionally, had a Spanish flavor. I wonder if that makes it Spapanese. The highlight was the tempura ice cream dessert.


I haven’t been to Los Niños del Flor the past three mornings. San Geraldo has gone on his own and brought home a tostada for me, which I have with my tea (not microwaved) and honey. I’ve become quite the gourmet in the kitchen.


The staff at Niños del Flor speak just a few words of English. I probably wouldn’t be exaggerating if I told you they speak a total of nine English words among them. Every morning when we arrive, they all call out from behind the bar, “Very good, very nice.” Last week, San Geraldo decided those were our names. He told them he was “Very Good” and I was “Very Nice.” They loved it and those have now officially become our names — although the owner’s son thinks that Jerry is probably “very nice,” too. Oddly, he didn’t mention thinking that I was also probably “very good.”


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..

16 thoughts on “Very Good, Very Nice”

  1. Sorry you have a stress cold. Sounds like San Geraldo is taking good care of you. Or should I say Very Good is taking good care of you? How wonderful to be met with such greetings! Although you will miss the places you have come to love when you leave, I am sure you will find new, wonderful places in your new home. After all, you are Very Good and Very Nice!

    1. Judeet:
      Oh, I wouldn't be surprise if the mold has a lot to do with it. But I'm doing much better today. I forgot it was Valentine's Day until mid-afternoon Thursday. Is the romance gone? (Nope.)

  2. After seeing the photos of the mold in your apartment, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if your "cold" was actually an allergic reaction to the mold spores. I'm sure you'll be better when you move.
    Happy Valentine's Day to you and Jerry!
    Love you both!

  3. 'Very Nice', I must say that those desserts look very good!
    Hope you feeling better soon. As soon as you leave the stress behind you will notice a difference I am sure.
    Have a great weekend.

  4. Hello Mitch:
    Just when one reaches what one thinks is the lowest point, one is laid even lower by some illness. We are so sorry that you are not well as it makes everything so much more difficult to deal with. Still, you will soon by on the beach……then your troubles can float out on the tide!!

    1. Ms. Sparrow:
      I haven't been taking vitamins since we've been here and I need to start again. Have to research which are the good brands here. Vitamin C, especially, is depleted due to stress. No wonder I keep getting sick!

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