La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.
I DIDN’T GO TO NEW YERSEY (or New Jersey) yesterday — nor even Canadian (click here). That’s just a sweatshirt I saw at Carrefour (a shop I don’t really like much). I went for a walk to the end of the Paseo and then turned for the shopping mall called Centro Commercial Myramar (which is not to be confused with Parque Commercial Myramar, a U-shaped strip mall). I was looking for a new pasta strainer for San Geraldo. The long handle broke on ours that we brought from the States. I haven’t yet found one of the size we have, so I guess I’ll have to look online.
I enjoyed the sights along the way. I didn’t sit for 2-1/2 hours and probably covered around 14 km / 8.5 miles. I bought two different large bottles of plant food at Carrefour and two large tubes of shower gel (two for the price of one) at Rituals. I then lugged those home in my shoulder bag, switching shoulders along the way, which gave only momentary relief. Still, it was uplifting to be out of the neighborhood and some distance from home for a while. Here are some photos from my wanderings.
I’ve done what I can on chapter 12. San Geraldo is working on some final details, so I’m waiting for him to catch up with me. Eighteen pages of family tree charts are still to come. If anyone knows what happened to Anne Bergithe Pedersdtr who was born in 1815 in Lille Flamberget, please let me know.
This morning, I went to the dentist and had my teeth cleaned. It’s a 7-minute drive to Benalmádena. Three minutes beyond there is the butterfly park. So, after the dentist, I put on my mask (no-one would get to enjoy my Hollywood smile) and drove there. I took 367 photos at the butterfly park. When I got home, I edited down to 268. Tomorrow, I’ll share a dozen or so. Maybe I’ll throw in a butterfly here and there for a while. Last night, we had dinner with Tynan and Elena at Mesón Salvador. Sergio asked how we were doing when we arrived. I said, “fine.” San Geraldo said nothing but Sergio took one look at him and said, “Gruñon?” [Grumpy]. He knows SG too well. At least SG was less grumpy for the walk home.
Of course, there are some food photos to come. After wearing out my feet and walking my ass off yesterday, I plan this afternoon to garden — water, trim, feed, and de-bug plants (at least for the moment).
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AYER NO FUI A NEW Yersey (o New Jersey) — ni Canadian (haz clic aquí). Es solo una sudadera que vi en Carrefour (una tienda que no me gusta mucho). Fui a caminar hasta el final del Paseo y luego giré hacia el Centro Comercial Myramar (que no debe confundirse con Parque Comercial Myramar). Buscaba un nuevo colador de pasta para San Geraldo. El mango largo se rompió en el nuestro que trajimos de Estados Unidos. Todavía no he encontrado uno del tamaño que tenemos, así que supongo que tendré que buscar en Internet.
Disfruté de las vistas en el camino. No me senté durante 2,5 horas y probablemente recorrí alrededor de 14 km / 8,5 millas. Compré dos botellas grandes de alimento vegetal en Carrefour y dos tubos grandes de gel de ducha (dos por el precio de uno) en Rituals. Luego los llevé a casa en mi bolso de hombro, cambiando de hombros en el camino, lo que solo me dio un alivio momentáneo. Aún así, fue edificante estar fuera del vecindario y a cierta distancia de casa por un tiempo. Aquí algunas fotos de mis andanzas.
Hice lo que pude en el capítulo 12. San Geraldo está trabajando en algunos detalles finales, así que estoy esperando que me alcance. Aún quedan por llegar dieciocho páginas de gráficos de árboles genealógicos. Si alguien sabe lo que le sucedió a Anne Bergithe Pedersdtr, quien nació en 1815 en Lille Flamberget, por favor hágamelo saber.
Esta mañana fui al dentista y me limpiaron los dientes. Se encuentra a 7 minutos en coche de Benalmádena. Tres minutos más allá está el mariposario. Entonces, después del dentista, me puse la mascarilla (nadie podría disfrutar de mi sonrisa de Hollywood) y conduje hasta allí. Tomé 367 fotos en el mariposario. Cuando llegué a casa, reduje a 268. Mañana compartiré una docena más o menos. Tal vez arroje una mariposa aquí y allá por un tiempo. Anoche cenamos con Tynan y Elena en Mesón Salvador. Sergio preguntó cómo estábamos cuando llegamos. Dije, “bien.” San Geraldo no dijo nada, pero Sergio le echó un vistazo y dijo: “¿Gruñón?” [Gruñón]. Conoce a SG demasiado bien. Al menos SG estaba menos gruñón en la caminata a casa.
Por supuesto, hay algunas fotos de comida por venir. Planeo esta tarde hacer jardinería: regar, podar, alimentar y eliminar insectos (al menos por el momento).
• Monumento a la Humanidad (Fuengirola). Desde este ángulo, me parece más un Monumento a la Caga.
‘The earth is a single country and humanity its citizens. — Baha’ullah’”
Blah blah blah.
• De la escultora local Charo García. En él la autora “intentó reflejar todas las facetas de la humanidad: la espiritual, la material y la tecnológica. Por este motivo el torso emerge de la piedra y una mano sujeta una cuerda que se va desenrollando hasta terminar con el siguiente texto:
La tierra es un solo país y la humanidad sus ciudadanos. —Baha’ullah’”
Bla, bla, bla.
• Río Fuengirola cuando crucé el puente hacia el centro comercial.
• Saliendo del centro commercial.
• Hacia Málaga Capital. Aún quedan 39 minutos de casa.
• A 17 minutos de casa, planeaba atravesar el recinto ferial vacío. Me sorprendió descubrir que se estaba organizando la feria. No hay casetas con música y bebida este año; solo paseos y concesiones. Eso es mejor que el año pasado cuando no hubo nada.
• Abre el jueves por la noche. Mira lo que arrastró el gato.
Do Swedish people live in New Yersey? And that cat carnival ride intrigues me — do people ride it in little mouse cars?
Debra:
I looked it up (of course I did). There was a settlement beginning in the early 17th century called New Sweden that spanned parts of New Jersey, Delaware, and Pennsylvania. So, the sweatshirt now makes perfect sense. I promise to check out the cat ride this weekend. I would LOVE it if the cars looked like mice.
I’ll be looking forward to the butterfly photos!
Jennifer:
It may become a butterfly-a-day thing for the next year. So many photos.
New Yersey. I wonder if it’s as “pretty” as New Jersey?
That was some hike you took, but to see that giant stone ass might have been worth it??
Bob:
I think the giant stone ass comes across better in the photo.
Given all the work SG has been doing on the family history, perhaps you could use the term ‘booked’ instead of grumpy.
While I may appreciate the nuances of creativity, sometimes overblown ‘artspeak’ plucks a nerve. Blah. Blah. Blah.
Finally – don’t show Dudo or Moose that last photo. Will scare the hell out of them. 🙂
Mary:
Nah, he was called “Gruñon” before he started writing the book. Overblown artspeak plucks a nerve for me, too.
The last fair ride looks fun, though I think Moose’s face should be the one immortalized on it, LOL! Sounds like you had a better day — I’m looking forward to seeing your butterfly photos too!
Tundra Bunny:
Wouldn’t Moose’s face be great on that ride. A Photoshop opportunity for me. SO many butterfly photos. Be careful what you wish for.
I want to ride through the cat and be spit out as if I’m a hairball. Anne ran away with the milkman, went to Harvard, and is now the world’s oldest practicing witchdoctor. Baha’ullah–bah, humbug. The ex-husband decided to become a Bahai late in our marriage. It caused a lot of problems. It was an attention-getting thing. He kept saying to people, I want to tell you about what I believe now. His father replied with anger and co-workers no doubt felt they had to endure his strangeness. I could barely tolerate it because I knew what he was up to. I believe he’s a Methodist now.
Love,
Janie
Janie:
You should have been the creator of that ride. Hairball cars would be hilarious. Jeez, as they say. I guess Methodist is the natural progression from Bahai.
Always lots of new things to see when you go out and about! Two new countries discovered!
Huge naked butts! Monster cats! The changes on my walks here are mostly subtle, but a sea turtle nest did hatch out last week!
Wilma:
I should just do a tour of all the bizarres in town. The printed T-shirts are so entertaining. I saw a sea turtle nest hatch out in Miami once. Incredible.
Ahhhh, the arm pit of America! Why anyone would want that sweatshirt is beyond me. I still have yet to be in a mall since the pandemic hit.
Mistress Maddie:
It’s fascinating what American places appear on T-shirts and sweatshirts here — made in China. All five boros of NYC are very popular. South Dakota! I even saw one for Akron, Ohio, some years ago. I guess it didn’t catch on.
Lovely lovely photos x
John:
Thanks. I enjoyed myself.
I believe New Yersey is in the vicinity of Nueva Jork…
wickedhamster:
I’d tell you how New Jersey is pronounced here, but I can’t remember the way to express the gutteral.
New Yersey is just a figment lost in translation…..at least I hope so!!
What a pretty bridge with those red flowers!
Jim:
Oh, the shirts made in China. The city installed these vertical gardens on several footbridges around town. Two levels of plantings. So far, they’ve been doing a decent job maintaining them.
New Yersey shares a border with Transylvania, whose major city is known as the City of Non Binary Love.
Walt the Fourth:
I had no idea. This is such fascinating geographic trivia. I’ll make sure to let everyone know.
Go down to the Yersey shore to get away. The terrain there looks a lot like southern California
David:
I never spent much time on the Jersey shore, but I did find it quite beautiful. Although it didn’t remind me of California. I wonder what I would think if I went back now. Oh, wait. You were talking about the Yersey shore. Sorry!
I would be tempted to buy that New Yersey shirt just for the laugh! As for the sculpture, despite all the high-minded language I suspect the sculptor just wanted to carve a guy’s butt.
Looks like nice weather there!
Steve:
I’ve been tempted to collect all these made-in-China Americanish shirts. If all that sculptor wanted to do was carve a guy’s butt, he might have carved a nicer one. It looks better in the photo.
Hey SG can be grumpy! Tell him I’ve been known to be Living in GrumpsVille too! Like today!
Ron:
I can’t imagine you being that kind of grumpy!
I’d like to see the opposite side of Charo García’s statue. Whatever its length, I’m sure it’s rock hard.
Kirk:
Check out today’s post.
Never mind New Yersey, where is the original one?
Anon?:
Hmmm… I’ve never heard of Old Yersey or just plain Yersey.
Hey, Mitchell, this comment was mine. I don’t know why it should up as ‘anon’
Perhaps I got lost via that left turn at NY
Urspo:
Thanks for letting me know. You were probably looking for New Jork.