Please Don’t Talk To The Lifeguard

I’m fine. Still not brilliant. Still not completely awful.

Yada yada yada. That’s all I’ll say about my mood.

Oh, except one more thing…

Am I ever grateful to San Geraldo for being my lifeguard (socorrista, in Spanish).

Speaking of lifeguards, I find the cultural differences between those in New York and those here in Fuengirola to be fascinating.

So, here are some Brighton Beach/Coney Island lifeguards and Fuengirola socorristas… for totally academic cultural-anthropological comparison, of course.

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CONEY ISLAND. 
BIKINIS AND BODIES-BEAUTIFUL STILL CLUSTER.
CONEY ISLAND LIFEGUARD SWINGING HIS WHISTLE.
A FRIENDLY WAVE FROM A FUENGIROLA SOCORRISTA.
FUENGIROLA SOCORRISTA ON PATROL.

Guess I’ll swim way out into the sea…

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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