San Geraldo and I are getting ready for our next visit to the Dowager Duchess and the Kid Brother. We leave tomorrow, Monday (my birthday) and will be there to celebrate the Dowager Duchess’s birthday. And, no, we haven’t even started packing. But we do have our lists. We also have new clothes. San Geraldo was in desperate need. He only had a few new items and his old shirts all look like mumus and hang down to his knees. Maybe not such a bad thing. Since all his old pants fall down around his ankles, the shirts keep his nether regions from being exposed.
We went to the shopping center, Plaza Mayor, a 25-minute train ride. (Click any image to see big cows… and other things.)
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| LEAVING THE TRAIN. SO CONVENIENT. |
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| ENTERING PLAZA MAYOR. |
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| THE ORANGE TREE COURTYARD. |
Jerry’s poor sister Linda (the shopping/browsing queen) will be very disappointed (and her husband Tom will be hugely relieved) to learn that when we were there with them in March, we only covered about 5 percent of the shopping center. It’s huge! We had a great lunch, a very successful shop… and we saw lots of fiberglass cows.
San Geraldo hit the jackpot. He got three new pairs of shorts, about 10 shirts (polos and v-neck T-shirts) and a new pair of “tennis shoes” (which I call sneakers).
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| PARKING YOUR BANANA. FRUITY LOTS. |
Speaking of what to call things: San Geraldo was updating his packing list this morning while we had coffee downstairs. He pointed to the shorts he was wearing and asked, “What do you call these?”
I said, “Shorts.”
“How do you differentiate between these and boxer shorts?”
“I would call boxer shorts underwear. That’s what I call my briefs, too.”
“Could you call these ‘walking shorts’?”
“You could. If you need to differentiate on your packing list between those and your running shorts.”
“I’m not bringing any running shorts,” he said. “I’ll just call them shorts.”
Sometimes, San Geraldo’s world can be so complicated.
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| VERY COOL, STATE-OF-THE-ART RESTROOMS. EXCITING, HUH?!? |
I did OK, but not as well as San Geraldo. Of course, I don’t need as much. I did get myself a few shirts, a jacket, and a pair of NIKE beach sandals (I’m wearing them now). I got one new pair of shorts (walking shorts — not boxers, briefs, or running shorts). We had a great, fresh-tasting lunch. Cheap. A great few hours and home in time to Skype with the Dowager Duchess.
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LEAVING THE RESTAURANT, WHILE THE GUY ABOVE CLEANED UP.
HE REMINDED ME A BIT OF THE JEAN PAUL GAULTIER MODEL (BELOW). |
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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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