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.
|TERÉ ON SAN GERALDO’S BIRTHDAY.|
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.
|MY CHOCOLATE TEMPURA ICE CREAM. VERY SOOTHING ON THE THROAT.|
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.”
|VERY GOOD, THE BIRTHDAY BOY, PICKING UP OUR COFFEES AT THE COUNTER WITH ADELA.|