As you may remember, we have a friend (made of cement) who has traveled with us around the USA and across the Atlantic. Her name is Olivia and she was given to us by our friend Judy (in Seattle and not made of cement). Olivia was first adopted by Judy and given to her parents who had a cabin on Lopez Island, part of the San Juan Islands north of Seattle. When Olivia arrived in Sevilla, we decided to christen our home “Casa de Olivia de Lopez.” Now she’s here with us in Fuengirola; click here for the story of Olivia in Irvine and click here for Olivia’s first sighting in Sevilla. Her new incarnation: Olivia de Lopez y Los Boliches.
|OLIVIA, AT HOME ON THE MEDITERRANEAN.
(CLICK TO SEE HER IN ALL HER GLORY.)
When I lived in the USA, I never saw a wandering/whistling knife sharpener. As you might remember from my post back in Sevilla in May (click here), knife sharpeners strolled the streets with their sharpening equipment strapped to their bicycles or scooters. They played a ditty on a pan flute to let people know they were in the neighborhood. Neighbors would then bring their knives down to be sharpened right on the street.
|KNIFE SHARPENER, SEVILLA STYLE.|
Our new neighborhood, Los Boliches, is more modern (and much easier to navigate on wheels) than Sevilla. We still have knife sharpeners, but from what I’ve seen they carry their equipment in vans. Our local guy was already out front working one of our first dreary afternoons here when I returned from shopping. I wasn’t around for his arrival and therefore don’t know if he uses a pan flute to announce himself. Given that he’s so much more modern, he probably plays “smart phone pan flute.”
|KNIFE SHARPENER, LOS BOLICHES STYLE.|