Blow The Man Down

We haven’t had much sunshine here in Fuengirola since our return nearly two weeks ago. Given the miserable weather we experienced in New York, while we were there San Geraldo insisted he would never again complain about Fuengirola’s weather. He lied. I’ve complained, too, but I never said I wouldn’t.

“To me, weigh hey, blow the man down.”

A WALK ON THE BEACH LAST WEEK.
(CLICK ANY IMAGE TO ENLARGE.)
A TYPICAL DAY LATELY.

Still, the view is pretty amazing. Even if the wind gusts got so strong minutes before the solar eclipse that our table and chairs got blown over and tossed from one corner of the terrace to the other. Fortunately, there was no damage. The glass table top didn’t get a scratch. But some of the furniture ended up in the living room for the remainder of the day. (I appear to have a hernia — doctor’s appointment tomorrow — so San Geraldo did all the heavy lifting.)

“Give me some time to blow the man down.”

NOT VERY GOOD FOR SITTING.
REDECORATING… TEMPORARILY.

“That spanking full rigger to New York was bound…”

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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