One day last year, I saw a woman drive by on a moto. She had unprotected eggs between her legs. Really. I had no time to snap a picture and have only seen her quickly pass a couple of times since.
Thursday morning, just as we sat down at El Noventa for coffee, the Egg Lady rolled in, parked directly in front of us, and ran to the restaurant across the street, her arms loaded with eggs. The service is called Huevo Express (Egg Express). I grabbed a couple of shots and, when the Egg Lady returned, she flashed me a smile before making her next delivery. (Click the images for extra-large eggs.)
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| HUEVO EXPRESS. |
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| I’D HATE TO HAVE TO DRIVE THAT MOTO. |
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| THE VERY FRIENDLY EGG LADY. SHE MAKES IT LOOK LIKE A LABOR OF LOVE. (YES, I DID SAY THAT.) |
David (Dah-VEED), who is still learning English, said in a perfect American lounge-act voice and accent, “Eggs Express!” He swung his arms to the left, and added a click of his fingers and a little swing of his hips. I got him to repeat the phrase, but he was much less expressive and was convinced I was trying to get a video (which I would never do without permission).
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| PER DAVID: “ELLA TIENE MÁS HEUVOS QUE CUALQUIER MUJER EN FUENGIROLA.” (“SHE’S GOT MORE EGGS THAN ANY WOMAN IN FUENGIROLA.”) |
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| “EGGS EXPRESS!” (AND A VERY UNDERSTATED FINGER POINT.) |
I’m putting all my eggs in one basket…
