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I HAD TO go to the American Consulate this morning to get something notarized. Going to the American Consulate here is not usually a pleasant experience. By the time today’s task was completed, I was in serious need of a drink. And I hadn’t even had my morning coffee.
I headed back to our neighborhood (about a 30 minute walk) to meet San Geraldo at Mesón Salvador. I walked along the beach part of the way home and found my favorite sand sculptor, Paul Blane, at work on his latest project (and making repairs after recent wind damage). Given my need for a drink, the subject matter couldn’t have been more appropriate. “The Drunks at the Monastery.”
Unfortunately, the monks were drinking beer and wine and I had been hoping for something stronger. Brandy was on my mind. I promised to visit Paul again soon and continued on to Mesón Salvador, where I decided it probably wasn’t a good idea to have a drink when I was in that kind of mood. I stuck to coffee. Maybe next time Paul will give the monks (and me) some brandy.
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TUVE QUE IR al Consulado de los Estados Unidos esta mañana para obtener algo notariado. Ir al nuestro Consulado aquí no suele ser una experiencia agradable. Para cuando se completó la tarea de hoy, tenía una gran necesidad de beber. Y ni siquiera había tomado mi café de la mañana.
Regresé a nuestro vecindario (unos 30 minutos a pie) para encontrarme con San Geraldo en Mesón Salvador. Caminé por la playa y encontré a mi escultor de arena favorito, Paul Blane, trabajando en su proyecto más reciente (y haciendo reparaciones después de los daños causados por el viento). Dada mi necesidad de una bebida, el tema no podría haber sido más apropiado. “Los borrachos en el monasterio”.
Desafortunadamente, los monjes estaban bebiendo cerveza y vino y yo esperaba algo más fuerte. Brandy estaba en mi mente. Prometí volver a visitar a Paul pronto y seguí a Mesón Salvador donde decidí que probablemente no era una buena idea tomar una copa cuando estaba de ese tipo de humor. Tomé mi café habitual. Tal vez la próxima vez Paul les dé a los monjes (y a mí) un poco de brandy.
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LOVE his work!
Jim,
Exceptional. He’s an artist, engineer, craftsman, with brains and a sense of humor!
That man has some serious talent!
Deedles,
Very talented and with a great sense of humor. He told me he’d teach me. All I have to do is haul the water buckets. So, no, I won’t be his apprentice.
Love the sculpture! I think maybe your mistake was not having coffee before the consulate. I would NEVER attempt an errand (or anything else) without my morning coffee!
Steve,
I think if I had coffee first, I might have exploded. Better being not quite awake. She makes me nuts.
Even the dogs and cat look drunk! Good times.
Debra,
And the mouse was eating wine-infused cheese.
religious folks like to get drunk on that “sacramental” wine. in college, I knew a priest who had the best damn well-stocked liquor cabinet EVAH! 100% better than my parents stash!
Jesus first miracle, turning water into wine.
Susan,
And beer?
Anne Marie,
And the monks make it themselves!
Drunk monks look like a party!
Bob,
You should see Paul’s Pirate’s Taverna!
There is a Scotty right in front !
Parsnip,
Paul has good sense.
Your lucky to have a consulate so close. For us, it’s Paris. A huge hassle, as it takes a couple of hours each way just to get there and back, not to mention trying to schedule an appointment (online), the outlandish fees they charge for notary service ($50 per seal), and the fact that you can’t take anything with you, like a camera or a phone. Not allowed inside and they won’t let you check them, so you either have a friend with you or you go without stuff. Fortunately, we recently found out we can get local lawyers (called “notaires,” in French) to “legalize” a signature (and for no charge). I’ve done it twice now and it worked fine both times.
Walt the Fourth,
We were pleasantly surprised when we discovered the American consulate for Málaga province was right here in Fuengirola. Too bad the agent wasn’t a pleasant surprise. But Paris sounds like an awful experience. While I was at the office the other day I actually lent my mobile to a couple that had lost a passport and needed to look up addresses. One of the few things that didn’t cause the agent to raise her voice to me or them. Appalling. And yes €50 per stamp. Ridiculous. But it’s only a 30-minute walk or a 5-minute drive.
That is a lot of drunk monks,
David,
And probably more to come.