See You Later, Alligator

After a while, crocodile.

We’re off to New York for a week with The Dowager Duchess and The Kid Brother. I’m sure there’ll be plenty of stories and photos to share while we’re there.

I used to know people in New York and New England who would fly to Paris for the weekend… “to shop.” San Geraldo needs shoes. You may remember my post about San Geraldo’s ginormous feet and his difficulty finding shoes in Sevilla (click here to refresh your memory). 

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Given there are so many large-footed expats living around here in Málaga Province, we thought shoe-shopping would no longer be a problem. Not so. They must all bring their shoes with them. So, we’ll pretend we’re flying to New York for the week… to shop. But not for alligator shoes.

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..

26 thoughts on “See You Later, Alligator”

  1. I hope you both have a nice holiday Mitchell. It is good to see family when you have been away for a while.
    Bye the way, the saying in our family was:
    See you later, Alligator,
    Come back home when your tail is straighter…

  2. Oh man…you have me dancing now! We used to play that song all the time years ago…dancing up a storm. Jim is a fantastic dancer just ask him!

    Have a grand NYC trip!

    All the best!

    Ron

  3. I have never had a bad time in New York.Or New Orleans. Or Chicago. Bing and I are planning our summer vacation during the time that Liv is in Spain with her Father this year. We are thinking a road trip to North Carolina. I think there are people with big feet there too.

    1. Maria:
      Don't they call them clod hoppers in North Carolina? I am ashamed to say that with all my travels (and moves) I have never been to New Orleans. San Geraldo loves it (as does everyone else who's ever been there as far as I know). One of these days.

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