The many phases of the moon in Fuengirola. This post is dedicated to my sister-in-law Linda and all other astronomy buffs. (Click any image to see a fuller moon.)
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| RISING OVER PLAZA SAN RAFAEL EARLY SUNDAY NIGHT. |
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| PEAKING OUT EARLY AFTERNOON IN PLAZA DE ESPAÑA. |
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| SETTING… OR RISING… ON NEARBY CALLE POETA SALVADOR ROEDA (A SMALL STREET WITH A LARGE NAME — AND MOON). |
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| FROM OUR TERRACE. SLIPPING BELOW THE HORIZON ON THE PASEO. |
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| IN ALL ITS BRONZED GLORY ON THE PASEO. ONE OF MANY LOCAL SCULPTURES BY GOMEZ DE GUERRERO (BUT, HIS ONLY MOON) . |
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| ANOTHER VIEW FROM OUR TERRACE. SATURDAY, JUST AFTER IT SET … ER… SAT. |
DESPITE THE OPENING LYRICS (“…WHEN BOY MEETS GIRL…”),
DON’T FORGET THE GAY TARANTELLA!
Funny post. I love the photos.
So many more opportunities, but I can't be too obvious.
Is that anything like a gay tarantula?
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Plumber's craack over here!! eeewww!!!
Well, I would probably do an even bigger dance if I saw a tarantula (and I wouldn't ask if it was straight).
Why is it you never see the cracks on the hot plumbers?
Hilarious!! I see the 'moon' is very big in Spain!
Jim:
There are many much more compact moons, too.
More moons here than circling the planet Jupiter!
Stephen:
And much more easily visible to the naked eye.
I suppose your next blog will be of the crack of dawn?
THat's a lotta crack!!!!
Knatolee:
But much healthier.
Some moons are more stunning than others.
Bob:
These all kind of stunned me.
My EYES! The PAIN! I now need brain bleach, thank you Ever so much.
Jacquelineand…
Sadly, I didn't get shots of any less painful images. I'll try again.
(Slightly off-centre comment) I see this Dean Martin record reached No. 2 here in the U.K. in Jan 1954, when I was a mere 7 (yes, I know it was also used in 1987's 'Moonstruck'). I always used to think that the words were "….like a big piece of pie", we Britons never having heard of 'pizza' at that time. In fact even on my one and only American visit in 1969 I remember being puzzled by the still unfamiliar word outside New York eateries. But we did eventually catch up with the rest of the world.
Raybeard:
I love your hearing of the lyrics. I had a friend who thought "Ain't No Woman Like the One I Got" was "Ain't No Woman Like the One-Eyed Gott"; he thought it was a song about aliens. And San Geraldo thought "Jesus Loves Me. This. Sigh. No."
Yes, that song reminds me that at one time, pizza was an exotic Italian dish found only in big cities. How did we ever manage before we had dozens of pizza places and a hundred different kinds of frozen pizza–plus pizza rolls, pizza pockets, pizza-flavored chips?
Ms. Sparrow:
I was lucky enough to spend my "formative" years in Brooklyn, surrounded by amazing pizza places. But frozen pizza "pizza pockets"! Those were my idea of gourmet meals whenever San Geraldo was away on business.
The joys of living near the beach, moons aplenty during daytime.
Peter:
And it's not even summer yet. Just imagine what we'll see.