Back In Town

I’m in recovery. Jet lag and no sleep makes my clinical depression kick in. So, I had a couple of challenging days, but was smart enough to not allow myself to think too much. Although I suppose if I really were smart, I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from thinking. Anyway, when the depression leaves, the bad thoughts leave. So I try really hard to not dwell on anything. I had a wonderful afternoon yesterday with Judy and slept well last night. And now I have only a few bad thoughts to ignore. (Click any image to increase the happiness.)

AT MÁLAGA’S CENTRAL TRAIN STATION.
(WOULDN’T YOU JUST LOVE TO HAVE A “HAPPY BOX”?)

We arrived back in Málaga Friday and an hour later I signed for two letters from the Foreigners Office (Oficina de Extranjeros). When we submitted our paperwork (click here) to renew our residency permits, we followed the instructions and provided all our income info as well as a summary to make it easy to follow. We also provided proof of health insurance. The letters said we had not provided income info and they wanted a copy of our entire health plan, not just proof of coverage. We needed to do so within 10 days of the date of the letters. The date of the letters was the 17th of June. They were delivered on the 27th of June. Hmmm.

So, Monday, the 30th of June, San Geraldo, Judy, and I took the train to Málaga and re-submitted the information, which San Geraldo prepared a bit differently this time in the hopes of making it all more clear. (We think perhaps some bureaucrat in a back office just didn’t want to sift through the original stack of papers.) The new info was accepted and stamped, and the entire visit took us all of 20 minutes. We’ll see what happens next.

We three walked to El Corte Inglés and had lunch in their restaurant. San Geraldo then went home and Judy and I went exploring — walking for more than five hours. We covered a lot of the old center of Málaga, visited the public market, and even went inside the Cathedral. Today, you get to see what we saw on the streets.

AFTER LEAVING THE FOREIGNERS OFFICE.
I DON’T KNOW WHAT KIND OF TREE,  BUT, WOW!
RED FLOWERS AND RED STEMS.  I FIRST THOUGHT IT WAS COVERED WITH BERRIES.
THIS BUILDING NEEDS A “HAPPY BOX.”
THIS BUILDING IS A “HAPPY BOX.”
CALLE MARQUÉS DE LARIOS, DURING SIESTA.
PLAZA DE LA CONSTITUCIÓN…
A PASSAGEWAY OFF THE PLAZA…
MORE OF THE PLAZA…
AND FROM ANOTHER DIRECTION. 
AT THE CATHEDRAL (BEFORE WE TWO HEATHENS WENT INSIDE).
JUDY DECIDED TO JOIN HIM.  HE TOLD HER TO HOLD HIS HAND.
(I HAD NO IDEA SHE COULD READ JAPANESE… NEITHER DID SHE.)
HE DIDN’T TELL ME TO HOLD HIS HAND.
BUT HE DID REMOVE HIS NEWSPRINT HEAD TO VISIT WITH US.
JUDY HAD AN EARLY DINNER (STEW).
I HAD AN EARLY DINNER (ICE CREAM).  WITH JUDY UNAWARE SHE’S THE CHERRY ON TOP.
CALLE MARQUÉS DE LARIOS, AFTER SIESTA… AS WE HEAD FOR HOME.

So, we’re back in town and everyone’s singin’… (Just call me Lulu.)

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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