Chocolate City

I’ve gone through all the chocolate San Geraldo brought home for me last Wednesday — a variety bag of bombones (bonbons), a large bar of milk chocolate with almonds, another bar of milk chocolate filled with orange creme (click here to eat your heart out).

Fortunately, I still had an unopened box of assorted chocolates Jessica had brought over late last week. But, when I inhaled the last of those today I thought, “Now what?”

And, like magic, there was someone at the lobby door.

I TEXTED A PHOTO TO JESSICA AND ASKED WHY SHE SENT
AN EMPTY BOX, BUT SHE’S NOT GULLIBLE LIKE SAN GERALDO.
HER RESPONSE: “NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY IT WAS SO CHEAP…”

“Correo,” the voice called over the intercom. “Una caja para Don Mitchell Scott.” (Mail. A box for me — the Spanish version of my name has many variations…)

Jerry’s sister Linda thought ahead. Oh, how I love her.

GOOD TO KNOW MY PRIORITIES ARE UNDERSTOOD.
LINDA THREW IN PIECES OF HERSHEY’S DARK CHOCOLATE BLISS
FOR SAN GERALDO. I LET HIM HAVE TWO… SO FAR.

Sweet Surrender…

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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