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I’VE HAD A LITTLE DIP in my mood these last couple of days. No good reason — except for covid-19; the deadly fires all along the west coast of the United States; that upcoming presidential election and the damage the current Asshole in Chief has done; too many summer people still in our building; the tragic situations in dozens of other countries; and just the general state of the world.
But, other than that, what is there to be sad, depressed, or anxious about? So, never mind. Let’s talk trash. Fuengirola trash. Our clean city and it’s underground dumpster system fascinate me and fill me with pride.
Besides, we had dinner Thursday with dear friends Tynan and Elena; Friday dinner was spent with friends from Madrid, Alfonso, Cristina, and Maria; morning coffee with them three days in a row. And all at our second home, Mesón Salvador, (food pictures to come).
Red flags are flying on the beach, which means no swimming. I plan to go for a negative-energy—burning walk on the paseo this afternoon, where I’ll mutter, swear, and talk trash to my heart’s content under my mask and mirrored sunglasses.
HE BAJADO UN POCO MI estado de ánimo estos últimos días. No hay una buena razón, a excepción del covid-19; los incendios mortales a lo largo de la costa oeste de los Estados Unidos; las próximas elecciones presidenciales y el daño que el actual imbécil en jefe le ha hecho; demasiada gente de verano todavía en nuestro edificio; las trágicas situaciones en decenas de otros países; y solo el estado general del mundo.
Pero, aparte de eso, ¿por qué estar triste, deprimido, o ansioso? Entonces, no importa. Hablemos basura. Basura Fuengirola. Nuestra ciudad limpia y su sistema de basurero subterráneo me fascina y me llena de orgullo.
Además, cenamos el jueves con los queridos amigos Tynan y Elena; la cena del viernes se pasó con los amigos de Madrid, Alfonso, Cristina, y María; café de la mañana con ellos tres días seguidos. Y todo en nuestra segunda casa, Mesón Salvador, (fotos de comida por venir).
Hay banderas rojas en la playa, lo que significa que no se puede nadar. Planeo dar un paseo ardiente por energías negativas en el paseo esta tarde, donde murmuraré, maldeciré y hablaré basura debajo de mi mascarilla y gafas de sol espejadas.
Local character and a local character.
Carácter local y un carácter local.
23 thoughts on “Talking trash / Hablar basura”
Now THAT is a ‘trash’ system I could like a lot! Love it!
Hey, have a blast muttering, swearing and talking trash! SO good for the soul!
Oh……on way back why not get your nails done at Beauty Nails?!
Oh, did I ever mutter. Very satisfying (when I wasn’t pissed off). And, if I ever DO get my nails done, it won’t be at Beauty Nails. Tacky!
go for a nice walk, have an ice cream. WHY can’t WE have a trash/recycling system like that? I saw the blue “vidrios” can and knew that was for glass only. and such rough seas; no wonder the red flags are up!
The sea continues to be rough. Last night was stunning. I went for a nice walk. I did NOT have an ice cream. I’m overdue, I think. And your Spanish is now perfect; so you can now move here.
Such a pretty place, and clean, the pride of community shows. Have a nice walk,
The City does an exceptional job keeping things clean. People are people. What some leave behind on the beach can be upsetting, but I don’t really see a lot of littering (almost none) on the streets.
In the midst of so much dire news, it is good to look out upon things that work. A city that is clean.
Then the water…the waves inexorably making their way to the shore–the rough seas mirroring our turbulent feelings.
I always enjoy the power of the sea, but you’re right that it seems especially fitting lately and is even reassuring.
That’s some weird trash shiz!
I, too, am annoyed that ______ was yelping for weeks about the Portland protests and crying that the city was on fire, and now that the three west coats states are ALL on fire he has nothing to say.
November needs to get here.
Oh, heaven or (someone with more power) help us all!
Your streets really are incredibly clean and neat. Are there huge fines for littering?
I don’t know what the fines are for littering, but you’re right that the streets are incredibly clean and neat. Businesses sweep and wash in front of their shops all the time. Although many people are responsible like that, the City must have something to do with the extent. The City cleans, sweeps, washes, empties every day. And people do seem to be respectful. The beaches can sometimes have pockets of trash after a day of revellers, but the city is very quickly on top of i and it’s never as bad as I was used to wherever I lived in the States. It’s a pleasure.
I wish we had a trash system like that. London is terrible at managing its solid waste, even in nice neighborhoods. Way too many bags and piles of rubbish sitting on the street for way too many days.
I’m with you about the state of the world! You just gotta keep on keepin’ on, as a friend of mine used to say, and find beauty in the little things — even though it sometimes feels a little like saying “Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?”
I’ve noticed those piles and piles of trash bags on the streets of New York. They clearly have a system but it’s not very pleasant to see. I love the Mrs. Lincoln quote. And so perfect right now!
I also despair, Mitchell. My soul hurts from this constant assault. Your posts and photos help me and I do hope that talkin’ trash helps you. I did laundry therapy and have bed linens hanging in the sun to dry. A little bit of pleasure to focus on . . . .
It’s amazing how the little things make such a big difference. Doing laundry, making the bed, cleaning up after a meal. I will do my best to share happiness and distractions… with sometimes a hint of a whine.
((((Scoot)))). I hope that still means hugs 🙂
((((Deedles)))). It does to me!
I know what you mean about the sad feelings. Everything you mentioned also gets me down. Looking at your pictures was a lift though!
I’m glad the pics gave you a lift. I will continue to do what I can to make the days a bit better.. or at least distract from that other reality for a moment.
as always the lovely photos of your neighborhood are cheery – even the rubbish bins.
Aw, thanks. Even my rubbish photos aren’t total rubbish!
Ha! I love trash talking under the mask, where nobody can really hear what you’re saying!