Basic Anatomy, Málaga

Matt and Lindy (nephew and niece-in-law), left Fuengirola Monday to spend some time in Málaga. They’ve rented an ático (top floor/attic/penthouse) apartment in the old part of town. San Geraldo and I took the train into the center of Málaga to join them for dinner Tuesday night. Matt met us at the station so we wouldn’t have to find our way to their apartment through the maze of streets.

MATT BUYING FLOWERS ON THE WAY HOME.
MORE CHOICES ON FLOWER-LINED ALAMEDA PRINCIPAL.
SAN GERALDO AT RIGHT LEADING THE WAY
(ALTHOUGH HE HAD NO IDEA WHERE WE WERE GOING).
LINDY AS RAPUNZEL (SEE BELOW).
SHE DIDN’T LET DOWN HER HAIR…
… SO WE HAD TO CLIMB THE GOLDEN STAIR (NO ELEVATOR).
WELL WORTH THE CLIMB.
ON A CLEAR DAY… JUST IMAGINE.
POTTERY PATCHWORK.
LINDY AND MATT CALL HIM STEVEN… AS IN, STEVEN SEAGULL.
(IF YOU DON’T KNOW HIS NAMESAKE, ACTOR STEVEN SEAGAL, YOU’RE NOT MISSING A THING.)
HEADING DOWN FOR DINNER.

Matt and Lindy took us to a restaurant called Citrón, which was incredible. My food pictures came out awful, so you’ll have to trust me. The menu was unusual and everything was perfectly prepared and presented. (Check out their website here.) The service was exceptional and there was a gifted flamenco guitarist. Our server told us that she and her wife were the first same-sex couple to be legally married in Málaga, 10 years ago. So a very special place in many ways.

THE LAST TRAIN LEFT MÁLAGA AT 11:30, SO WE DINED REALLY EARLY (BEFORE 9).
THAT GAVE US WAY TOO MANY SEATING CHOICES.
OUR FIRST TABLE.
(WE CHANGED OUR MINDS.)
SETTLED AND LOOKING BACK FROM WHENCE WE CAME.

Between courses, San Geraldo excused himself to use the “facilities.” When he returned, he told us the signs on the restroom doors left him completely befuddled. Based on his interpretation, he chose Door #1. The toilet seat was down. He did his business and then peeked behind Door #2. That seat was up. He explained that the image on Door #1 looked to him like testicles. Lindy said, “Funny, I would have described those as “breasts.”

So, of course, I had to see for myself. I then asked one of the staff. Apparently, San Geraldo had chosen incorrectly. As far as I’m concerned, the jury is still out. And maybe that’s the way it should be.

DOOR #1:  TESTICLES OR BREASTS?
DOOR #2:  PHALLUS OR FALLOPIAN?

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..

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