They Call Him The [C]rapper / Se Llama El Caganer

La versión español está después de la primera foto.

THE CITY OF Fuengirola has again built their own Bethlehem right in the center of town. (Click here to see last year’s and the year before.) In addition, this time of year a nearby gift/souvenir shop converts to a shop specializing in items for your “Belén,” which is Spanish for “Bethlehem” and which is what an American might call a Nativity Scene on steroids. So, here are some of my favorites from the municipal Belén and, following the close-up of the chandelier, the magical shop called “Merino” on Avenida Condes de San Isidro.

As for the title of this post, I’ve told before (click here) of a traditional Belén figure called “el caganer” (which means “the crapper” or “the shitter”). The tradition (the Belén figurines, not the act itself) began in Catalonia and can be found more commonly around Andorra, Valencia, Northern Catalonia, and Southern France.


LA CIUDAD DE Fuengirola, ha vuelto a construir su propio Belén en el centro de la ciudad. (Haz clic aquí para ver el año pasado y el año anterior). Además, en esta época del año, una tienda de regalos y souvenirs cercana se convierte en una tienda especializada en artículos para un “Belén”. Entonces, aquí están algunos de mis favoritos del Belén Municipal y, siguiendo el primer plano de la araña de luces, la tienda mágica llamada “Merino” en la Avenida Condes de San Isidro.

En cuanto al título de este post, he dicho antes (haz clic aquí) de una figura tradicional de Belén llamada “el caganer” (que significa “el crapper” o “el shitter”). La tradición (las estatuillas de Belén, no el acto en sí) comenzó en Cataluña y se puede encontrar más comúnmente en Andorra, Valencia, el norte de Cataluña y el sur de Francia.

Too much partying on the street below? / ¿Demasiada fiesta en la calle de abajo?



The Three Kings had a nice picnic. / Los Tres Reyes tuvieron un buen picnic.
What do you suppose he’s smoking? / ¿Qué supones que está fumando?
Shut that door! / ¡Cierra esa puerta!
El Crapper. Shouldn’t the bucket be under his butt? / El Caganer. ¿No debería el cubo estar bajo su culo?

And this is what happens when the crapper is uphill from the kitchen.
Y esto es lo que sucede cuando el caganer está cuesta arriba desde la cocina.

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..

21 thoughts on “They Call Him The [C]rapper / Se Llama El Caganer”

  1. Yo he estado en esta tienda con vosotros hace unos años! ! Me encantan los comentarios de las fotos: son muy ocurrentes. Jajajajajajaja

      1. Kirk:
        There’s even a peeing figure (not on display at Merino, although i did buy one last year for friends).

    1. Debra:
      I love it. And all our friends have one, although no one I know has one with a mechanical outhouse. There are celebrity caganers, too. Hilarious. Do an image search on “caganer” and see what you find.

  2. Love the chandelier. And that is a mighty shiny bucket for an outhouse. Such a great, and as Debra put it, “subversive” sense of humor makes these scenes so much fun to explore. Take that, you rat!

    1. Wilma:
      I love the humor that can be found in these. So clever and I’m so tempted to start creating my own. Of course, i’d have to put it behind glass so the cats couldn’t get at it!

  3. Ah the pooper, which I would have never known about if it weren’t for your blog, thank you for that!

    1. Mistress Maddie:
      I do, too. And I’m not at all religious either. But what I love about the Beléns here is that they’re entire city scences, as opposed to just a Nativity.

    1. anne marie:
      Well, you know how old I am! The song started playing in my head the minute I saw “the crapper” in the window this year. I was 16 when the song was released.

  4. I think the Crapper is the fourth king of orient. Whereas the others brought gold, frankincense, and myrrh (myrrh? to a baby shower?!), our guy Outhousula (that’s what we’ll call him) actually gave a shit.

    1. Walt the Fourth:
      I love this. I always messed up the names of the Three Kings. My names for them tended to be Shadrock, Meeshock, and Albondigas. Outhousula is a perfect fourth. Although, I’ll never remember that either and they’ll become Shadrock, Meeshock, Albondigas, and Methuselah.

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