La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.
I TOLD YOU YESTERDAY THAT San Geraldo sang to me again. He’s been diagramming his paternal line for his book on family history and genealogy. No concise little family tree with branches and roots for his diagram, which extends from the year 1288 to the present day.
SG regularly comes into my office to ask my opinion or to show me his progress. It’s fascinating. Yesterday to get my attention as he approached my office, he sang: “MEE-tchell my cell.” He didn’t sound quite like Paul McCartney.
I asked, “Is that ‘cell’ with a ‘C’ or ‘sell’ with an ‘S’?
He replied, “I’m not sure. I never know which is right.”
And there were those *crickets* again (click here).
I explained, “It’s neither. The song goes ‘Michelle, ma belle, these are words that go together well.” He didn’t look like he was following (or cared, actually). But I went on to explain, “Ma belle means, my beautiful. It’s French.”
“Uh huh.”
He’s been singing it that way for as long as I’ve known him. I don’t know why I waited this long to explain it — or why I even bothered now. It won’t make any difference. He still sings, “Welcome Fifth Avenue” instead of “Willkommen, bienvenue” when he hears “Cabaret,” and I explained that one — for the first time — nearly 39 years ago. (Click here if you don’t know the song.)
Today’s photos come from all over the map in the past week. Well, all over the map in Fuengirola.
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AYER TE DIJE QUE SAN Geraldo me volvió a cantar. Ha estado esquematizando su línea paterna para su libro sobre historia familiar y genealogía. Ningún pequeño árbol genealógico conciso con ramas y raíces para su diagrama, que se extiende desde el año 1288 hasta la actualidad.
SG viene regularmente a mi oficina para pedir mi opinión o mostrarme su progreso. Es fascinante. Ayer para llamar mi atención mientras se acercaba a mi oficina, cantó: “MI-chel my cell”. No sonaba como Paul McCartney.
Le pregunté: “¿Es ‘cell’ con una ‘C’ o ‘sell’ con una ‘S’?
(Nota: Cell significa célula y sell significa vender.)
Él respondió: “No estoy seguro. Nunca sé cuál es la correcta”.
Y estaban esos *grillos* nuevamente (haz clic aquí).
Le expliqué: “No es ninguno. La canción dice ‘Michelle, ma belle, estas son palabras que van bien juntas”. No parecía que lo estuviera siguiendo (o que le importara, en realidad). Pero continué explicando: “‘Ma belle significa, mi hermosa. Es francés.’”
“Uh huh.”
Lo ha estado cantando de esa manera desde que lo conozco. No sé por qué esperé tanto tiempo para explicarlo, ni por qué me molesté ahora. No hará ninguna diferencia. Él todavía canta, “Welcome Fifth Avenue” en lugar de “Willkommen, bienvenue” cuando escucha “Cabaret”, y le expliqué eso — por primera vez — hace casi 39 años. (Haz clic aquí si no conoce la canción).
Las fotos de hoy provienen de todo el mapa durante la semana pasada. Bueno, en todo el mapa de Fuengirola.
Estaba acariciando a Dudo en la plataforma superior del condominio de gatitos en la terraza. Llegó Moose. Este es Dudo mirando por un lado para decirle que se largue.
En Ale-Hop, cadena española de regalos y complementos, hasta las mascotas llevan mascarillas. (En inglés ale-hop es “alley oop”).
El departamento de jamon en Mercadona.
Nuestro equipo de limpieza brilla al amanecer.
Dudo esperando su aperitivo de la tarde, que ahora es su aperitivo de la mañana. Finalmente acababa de levantarme de la cama.
¿Alguna vez has sentido que te miran?
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Click the three thumbnails below for full-size views.
Haz clic en las tres miniaturas siguientes para ver las vistas en tamaño completo.
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Wow, pretty kitties, amazing ham, and the COW, the Cow has wheels!
David:
I love those cows. They have another shop in the other direction on the Paseo. The cow stands partially outside during the day and that one has an umbrella when needed. I’ll have to share higher end ham shops and departments. That’s nothing really.
Thank you……for this little trip down memory lane. Merci beaucoup, mon ami.
Now if looks could kill……the cats are sending you messages through their eyes!
I really like the composition in photos 2 and 3…..nicely balanced.
Jim:
Thanks, Jim. I hope to share some more well-composed photos this week… now that I’m composed.
I was aghast at the shot of the people on the sidewalk. What an utter lack of fashion sense! That guy is wearing white sandals after Labor Day!!!
It looks like these beautiful cats are watching you not to leave them walking on the sidewalk for too long.
They both love you.
Greetings.
Himawan Sant:
The cats watch us constantly.
wickedhamster:
People here laugh when we tell them the “white” rules. They did in Southern California, too. But did you notice those white sandals look like imitation Crocs.
If kitties gave me a look like that, they wouldn’t be waiting long for treats. Scary…even though I know those two are sweeties.
Considering how often I can’t even find a small, partial cut of ham these days, that ham department at Mercadona is pretty amazing. Food processing in the US continues to be impacted by the virus, so some days the grocery store meat/dairy/freezer/etc. areas have quite a few empty shelves.
Mary:
We really have no shortages here. Not since the first couple of weeks as far as I know. I will share better ham shops. Mercadona is middle of the road.
Wow, a post for everyone …SG … singing … cats … architecture … mixed fashion … sunsets … and more cats!
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Carlos makes up his own words to songs, too, but when I point them out he says, “This is how I sing it!”
Bob:
SG usually says “Really?” and then continues to sing it how he sings it!
I wanna boop dudo’s widdle pink nose!
and some of that ham is quite expensive!
the beach pix are always faves of mine. as are the architectural house designs.
the fashionable – NOT.
cows on wheels with masks – WHAT will they think of next!
anne marie:
Mercadona’s ham department isn’t even high end. I’ll collect photos of others. I love that cow. I want one for our terrace.
Those hams make the deli at Smith’s/Kroger’s look pathetic. I can empathize a little with Geraldo…there are songs I’ve heard for years that I still cannot make out the words clearly. “Michelle”, however is one I clearly get, even with my limited knowledge of French.
Frank:
SG doesn’t hear lyrics. He hears the bass and the percussion. I hear lyrics. It’s fascinating. As I’ve replied others, I’ll share photos of better ham sections. Mercadona’s is good but not the best.
San Geraldo is his own man. Screw the French language!
Debra:
And, believe me, he DOES screw the French language. Regularly!
I’m laughing at SG’s interpretation of the Cabaret lyrics. That IS a hard song to understand, in his defense. I didn’t know what the heck they were saying when I first heard it!
Love the cat photos, especially the one of him peering over the edge of the platform.
Steve:
SG is always entertaining (well, maybe not ALWAYS, but often enough). Dudo and Moose love each other… like brothers. And they get SO jealous.
The sea was very calm in your photos, much like ours is today. I enjoyed that version of Michelle, especially with SG’s phrasing popping in. His mastery of the spoken (or sung) word does not seem to be as keen as the written word. I can sympathize with that!
Wilma:
The sea was churning again yesterday but calm again this morning. And, yes, SG is an excellent writer AND public speaker. It’s a wonder. (Although he has been known to be very entertaining — and surprising — when public speaking.)
This post was going swimmingly till we got to the guy with stripes and plaids!!!!!!!
And i always loved the song..havent heard it in an age.
Mistress Maddie:
The un-stylish guy was even more jarring in person. The hair was bleached and looked ironed, which somehow didn’t align with the polo and shorts look. I haven’t heard the song in an age either. It was fun to listen to again… and to read the Spanish lyrics.
This is truly hilarious. Love to you both!
Carole:
We’re here every day. Ba-dum-bump.
SG just brought a little cheer into my life 🙂 I have a sister named Michelle. My father used to sing “Michelle, my bell” to her when she was a babe. I wondered if he heard her ringing when no one else could! Have you ever heard Papa Was a Rolling Stone by the Temptations? Of course you have, duh! What I heard in that song was “…and when he died, all he left us was a loan” . I thought what a cheap bastard!
I love the fashion here 🙂 Anything to break the glooms.
Deedles:
It’s taken me all day to reply to your comment although I read it last night, then read to San Geraldo, and we both roared with laughter. I was actually stunned SG knew the real lyrics to Papa Was a Rolling Stone. I LOVE that song and will never think of it the same way again. Sending you a huge hug for that really good laugh.
Don’t worry that it’s not good enough
For anyone else to hear
Just sing. Sing a song.
And now my favorite part: La la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la la la la la. One more time!
That’s some serious song writing right there.
Walt the Fourth:
Oh, god, shall we next sing You Light Up My Life? Sing A Song wasn’t bad … except for the la la la la las.
You give me hope… to carry on…
Walt the Fourth:
It can’t be wrong to feel so right.
Gee, I always thought it was a song about AT&T, Ma Bell…
wickedhamster:
That was going to be another part of the blog, but i went on way too long. My father was with Bell Systems/AT&T/NY Telephone for 34 years. I had friends who called him Pa Bell. Thanks for giving me the chance to mention that!
oh those crazy cats! up to no good that’s certain.