La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.
I TEXTED MY DRIVING SCHOOL yesterday at noon to let them know my results hadn’t been posted on the traffic department’s website and I wanted to make sure my personal data hadn’t been entered incorrectly. I was told, in writing, that I could go online to see my official results Friday at 12:30. In addition, I would be able to download my temporary license within a few days. Unfortunately, for me, the business manager at my driving school is on vacation this week. Four hours later, I received a response from the director. “It can sometimes take a few days,” he simply said. My exam was Thursday. I just checked again. I grow less impressed with the traffic department with each passing hour.
On the other hand, our window cleaner, Juan, was here yesterday with one other person to clean the glass curtain on the terrace. They always arrive early and turn a 3-hour mediocre job by me into 25 minutes of perfection. The terrace is long — 27 large window panels — and they charge very little for the great service. I called to schedule Monday morning and they were here in the afternoon. Professionals.
On my walk (in my new Pumas) this morning, I passed a new “LOUNGE & BAR” at the port called Saltwater Taffy. And now I’m craving saltwater taffy. Yesterday, I walked by the shop Ale-Hop (click here) and spotted a little girl trying to milk the udders on the plastic cow. Dudo has taken to hiding under the table on the terrace, hoping the doves will return.
AYER AL MEDIODÍA LE ENVIÉ un SMS a mi autoescuela para informarles que mis resultados no se habían publicado en el sitio web del departamento de tráfico y quería asegurarme de que mis datos personales no se habían ingresado incorrectamente. Me dijeron, por escrito, que podría conectarme para ver mis resultados oficiales el viernes a las 12:30. Además, podría descargar mi licencia temporal en unos días. Desafortunadamente, para mí, la gerente de mi escuela de manejo está de vacaciones esta semana. Cuatro horas después, recibí una respuesta del director. “A veces puede llevar unos días”, dijo simplemente. Mi examen fue el jueves. Cada hora que pasa me impresiona menos el departamento de tráfico.
Por otro lado, nuestro limpiador de ventanas, Juan, estuvo aquí ayer con otra persona para limpiar la cortina de vidrio de la terraza. Siempre llegan temprano. Limpié la cortina de vidrio un par de veces en el pasado. Me tomó 3 horas e hice un trabajo mediocre. Juan y compañía, hazlo en 25 minutos y es la perfección. La terraza es larga – 27 paneles de ventana grandes – y cobran muy poco por el gran servicio. Llamé el lunes por la mañana y estaban aquí por la tarde. Profesionales.
En mi camino (en mis nuevos Pumas) esta mañana, pasé por un nuevo “LOUNGE & BAR” en el puerto llamado Saltwater Taffy (que significa Caramelo de Agua Salada). Y ahora estoy deseando caramelo de agua salada. Ayer pasé por la tienda Ale-Hop (haz clic aquí) y vi a una niña tratando de ordeñar las ubres de la vaca de plástico. Dudo ha empezado a esconderse debajo de la mesa en la terraza, esperando que las palomas regresen.
• Poor Moose. It’s exhausting waiting an hour and a half for his morning treat. This is what he looks like after it’s all over.
• Pobre Moose. Es agotador esperar una hora y media por su aperetivo. Así es como se ve después de que todo haya terminado.
29 thoughts on “Saltwater taffy / Caramelo de agua salada”
We are at their mercy mostly…….government departments can be SO frustrating.
Dudo knows exactly how to ‘get’ those doves……
Waiting can be stressful and tiring, right Moose?
Poor Moose. He wears himself out demanding attention all day — and during the night. I got out of bed at 5 to keep him company while he ate dry food. Given his size, I KNOW he eats when I’m not around for company.
Not having kitties any more I am thoroughly entertained by yours.
And they are thoroughly entertaining. I’m glad you get to enjoy them.
Ha! Dudo the stalker! Moose has a very photogenic tongue. The windows look great!
I spotted Moose in another tongue pose yesterday. Twice as much tongue exposed, but he saw the camera, licked, and the tongue was gone.
I’ll pass on the taffy, but a cocktail sounds dee-lish!!
I found a recipe for a saltwater taffy martini! (Sounds awful, really.)
I know exactly how you feel, Moose.
Oh, how you and Moose suffer.
Ooooh, that glass is crystal perfection!
Hoping you see results on the website, soon. Crazy, for a service that you have also paid dearly for. Grrrrr.
But, you have the joy of Moose, Dudo, and SG… and that lovely patio set (and patio).
I should watch the guys when they work, and learn. Never mind. I’m supporting the local economy.
The kiddo milking the plastic cow would’ve been enough to ease the whole license debacle for me. You had that, Pumas and kitties! Not to mention, clean glass (I did mention it, didn’t I?). So many bonuses.
I wish I had gotten a better shot of the kid and the cow. It was priceless. Still waiting on the license.
I didn’t know it was possible for something to be more hellish than a DMV in the states! But it sounds like Spain takes home the gold in that regard.
Of all the bureaucracy we’ve space in our time in Spain (residency permits required a lot of plate spinning), nothing compares to this. I do have a couple of awful memories of the DMV in Laguna Hills, California. But this entire process is unbelievable.
Here’s hoping for access to your license soon. As Jennifer says, we thought the DMV in our states were bad…
Sure wish I had access to an inexpensive window washer. No such thing around these parts…and let’s just say I haven’t exactly done much about it myself as most of the windows I would(should) care about would require me to get up on a very tall ladder. Tain’t happening. Moose’s face pretty much says how I feel about it all.
There must be an international course called DMV 101 that begins with “Do not disappoint. Always make the process as confusing and unpleasant as possible.” And then there’s the window washer. I’ve never had such a positive experience. I did the windows myself in Sevilla. Seven French doors to balconies. So easy. These are easily accessible; they all fold in, but way too much surface.
Moose looks too pooped to care, even if his treat hadn’t been late. It is stressful when every day is the same old thing!
Moose and Dudo expect mostly the same old thing — with new toys thrown in. If we change the routine, they get really bent out of shape.
Your windows look fabulous. I like the graphics of the Salt Water sign. Damn DMV.
I also like that saltwater sign. A lot more subtle and classy than most of the other business signs along the port. And, yes, damn DMV!
Well, you know, I always clean the windows and mirrors in the nude…it gives me incentive then to clean them….
And you too have me in the mood now for salt water taffy. I hope to get to P-town this summer for some of their award winning taffy.
I wonder if anyone would complain if I washed the windows in the nude. I hope not. I might just break down and treat myself to some saltwater taffy when I’m in New York. But nothing beats the fresh-pulled taffy we had on the Boardwalk in Atlantic City. I could have spent all my time just watching the machine work away in the shop window.
You can see clearly now, all the better for stalking the birds
And the better to be seen by the doves, too. Poor cats.
I want to know more about Juan
What do you want to know?