On Being A Boy Toy

As Ellen Degeneres says, “Procrastinate now, don’t put it off.”

Despite what I told you in my previous post, we decided to wait until next week to start the renewal process for our residency cards. There was just too much to do here. You know, like make the renewal payment at the bank, water plants, play with the cats, go to the beach. Oh, and in my case, get lucky.

I went for a l-o-o-o-o-o-o-n-g walk Friday. More than 10 km (6+ miles). And that included shopping for my first and probably last time at Carrefour (French-owned and similar to Tesco or Walmart) and the main El Corte Inglés department store. I had a great time. Along the way, I got to see the beginnings of Paul Blane’s latest project in sand (click here for an earlier work by Paul). The weather was glorious — sunny, warm with a little breeze. High 20sC (high 70sF). I walked much of the way along the Paseo with my T-shirt off and tucked into my waistband. That’s how I got lucky.

TAKING THE LONG WAY…

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IT ALL STARTS WITH  HOMER SIMPSON.
PAUL BLANE’S WORK-IN-PROGRESS.
DISCOVERING PUBLIC GARDENS WHERE I LEAST EXPECT THEM.
AFTER CROSSING UNDER THE HIGHWAY.
JACARANDAS IN BLOOM ALL OVER TOWN. 

As I walked by Fuengirola’s [ugly and sadly in need of a make-over] port, I passed a couple (who turned out to be English) sitting on a ledge eating sunflower seeds. She was holding the bag of seeds and passing them to him as needed. As I approached, she began to stare at me. He was reaching for the sunflower seeds but she was distracted.

He poked her in the arm and said, “Oy! I’m over here.”

She turned and said, “Oh, sorry.”

I was far enough away that they didn’t realize I could hear them.

He looked over at me and muttered to her, “I got my shirt off, too, ya’ know!”

She looked at him, looked back at me, and said, “You do. But you don’t look like THAT!”

I smiled as I passed them. She blushed and he poked her in the arm again..

To most eyes, I wouldn’t be much of a boy toy. She was probably approaching 80, so everything’s relative. But, I’d still like to thank her… From the bottom of my heart.

LOOKING BACK AT MY NEW [POTENTIAL] SUGAR MAMA…


Don’t put it off. Listen to the music…  Now.

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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