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I INCLUDED THE FISH PHOTO above because it kind of reminded me of the “me” photo below. I bumped my arm on a machine at the gym (on a bolt that shouldn’t have been exposed). It was nothing. But, being the delicate flower I am, I bled. And that, of course, made me worry there were germs on that bolt and I’m going to have Covid-19. Surely the guy I followed on the machine sneezed directly on that bolt or rubbed his sweaty hand on it. I cleaned the nick with my hand sanitizer. I sprayed it with disinfectant. I’m sure I’ll survive. Anyway, don’t I look kind of like the fish?
San Geraldo and I had the pleasure of meeting Tynan, Elena, and Elena’s sister, Isa, for coffee (and beer) at Ilunion Hotel Sunday morning. We haven’t socialized for ages and our 2-1/2 hours together lifted our spirits. We’re planning a belated Christmas celebration (Omicron ruined our Christmas Eve plans) and they’ve given their orders for what cakes and treats SG is to prepare. I think the consensus was, “One of each, please.”
The hotel continues to be a safe and pleasant place, but we miss our normal routine and hope to soon get back to going out more often. Raúl was working, which made it even more pleasant, although the service there has been a pleasure all the time now. And Isa agreed, the coffee is exceptional. As for the title of today’s post, I remember a black comedy film we saw in 1982 titled “Eating Raoul.” Although I didn’t enjoy the film — not good timing for me to joke about death so soon after losing my sister — I always think of it when I meet someone named Raúl.
My workouts continue to be excellent and so do my stretches. One of these days I promise to share the pretzel stretch with you. I don’t even make noise anymore when I get into position. I’ve also been doing planks before my stretches. While I hold the position, the sciatica hurts a bit when I inhale and not at all when I exhale. Maybe I’ll stop inhaling.
I can, however, inhale when I walk. So, I walked to the castle Saturday and got some fashion ideas.
INCLUÍ LA FOTO DEL PESCADO arriba porque me recordó a la foto de “yo” a continuación. Me golpeé el brazo con una máquina en el gimnasio (con un perno que no debería haber estado expuesto). No fue nada. Pero, siendo la flor delicada que soy, sangré. Y eso, por supuesto, hizo que me preocupara que hubiera gérmenes en ese cerrojo y que iba a tener Covid-19. Seguramente el tipo al que seguí en la máquina estornudó directamente sobre ese perno o se frotó la mano sudorosa sobre él. Limpié la muesca con mi desinfectante de manos. Lo rocié con desinfectante. Estoy seguro de que sobreviviré. De todos modos, ¿no me parezco un poco al pez?
San Geraldo y yo tuvimos el placer de conocer a Tynan; Elena; y la hermana de Elena, Isa, para tomar café (y cerveza) en Ilunion Hotel el domingo por la mañana. No hemos socializado durante mucho tiempo y nuestras dos horas y media juntos nos levantaron el ánimo. Estamos planeando una celebración navideña tardía (Omicron arruinó nuestros planes de Nochebuena) y han dado sus órdenes sobre qué pasteles y golosinas debe preparar SG. Creo que el consenso fue: “Uno de cada uno, por favor”.
El hotel sigue siendo un lugar seguro y agradable, pero extrañamos nuestra rutina normal y esperamos pronto volver a salir con más frecuencia. Raúl estaba trabajando, lo que lo hacía aún más agradable, aunque ahora el servicio allí ha sido un placer todo el tiempo. E Isa estuvo de acuerdo, el café es excepcional. En cuanto al título, recuerdo una película de comedia negra que vimos en 1982 titulada “Eating Raoul” [Comiendo Raoul]. Aunque no disfruté la película — creo que no era un buen momento para mí, para bromear sobre la muerte tan pronto después de perder a mi hermana — siempre pienso en eso cuando conozco a alguien llamado Raúl.
Mis entrenamientos siguen siendo excelentes y mis estiramientos también. Un día de estos prometo compartir contigo el tramo de pretzel. Ya ni siquiera hago ruido cuando me pongo en posición. También he estado haciendo tablones antes de mis estiramientos. Mientras mantengo la posición, la ciática me duele un poco cuando inhalo y nada cuando exhalo. Tal vez deje de inhalar.
Sin embargo, puedo inhalar cuando camino. Entonces, caminé al castillo el sábado y obtuve algunas ideas de moda.
34 thoughts on “Meeting Raúl / Conocido Raúl”
Those exposed bolts will do it every time! Ron is attracted to them!
I see a fetus as well.
Looks like spring has sprung at the beach and paseo.
Oh I think you have the edge on the fish.
Spring had sprung the last two days. Winter (Costa del Sol style) is back today.
You and the fish both look very sad. I see a fish in the coffee.
I see that fish, too!
I see a smiling dinosaur in the coffee. Sorry about your boo-boo.
Another vision. I see that too, now.
Ohhhhhh, that fish is hideous. That mouth!!!! I unfortunately didn’t see any fashion, as I put my blinders on before it ensued. But removed them in time to see the handsome Raul!!!! Those coffee patterns must be like the new Rorschach’s. I think I see a jellyfish.
Mistress G Borghese:
I never did ask you what the G stands for. Looking at the coffee/cream patterns is like lying on the beach and staring at the clouds.
I don’t even know how that is doing that? Everytime I sign in its something different. Word press must be going bonkers like blogger.
Ha! I forgot my question. WordPress CAN often be bonkers! So now the game is to come up with what the G should mean. Grande? Glorious?
That fish scared the crap out of me! Did SG kiss the boo boo? Pervy minds want to know! Speaking of pervy minds, it looks like somebody got way too happy to have his coffee! That’s probably just me.
SG found out about the booboo the same way you did. I hadn’t even mentioned it to him. That’s how tough I am.
Ew! And I drank that coffee.
Ew, huh? Tough guy:) I may have to back away from the internet again. My mind is getting dirtier by the hour it seems. That coffee (I still see what I saw) made me miss Raul the first time! What a delightfully sexy man! YUM. I will now back away from the keyboard.
Raúl has beautiful eyes. Please don’t back away from the internet!
I saw Audrey II, the Venus Flytrap from the Little Shop of Horrors, in the coffee…. I hope it’s not a new Rorschach Test, LOL! And as for Raul unmasked — rowrrrr!
Yes, I definitely see Audrey II! I took photos of Raúl last week and told him I was going to include him on my blog. The photos were awful and didn’t do him justice. He‘s been reading my blog every day.
Raul is dee-lish and I’ll leave that right there!
My face looks like Dudo when I see your Gym Injury.
And, yes, i’d wear that mixed plaid because the colors are similar. The one above? Not so much!
I groan at those two plaids. Of course, if they were labeled Armani, they’d be suddenly cool. (I’ll send you some old Armana labels and you can sew them in.)
One of my favorite work colleagues was named Raul. He was based in our Miami office and I was in DC, but we both traveled on business quite a bit and sometimes ended up in the same city at the same time. We were cultural buddies. He would suss out all the cultural events for us to go to after work in whatever city we were in. Over the decades, we went to everything from classical concerts and ballets to art galleries and special museum exhibitions. At the end of a conference in San Jose, Raul and two other co-workers got in my rental car and we headed up to Point Reyes National Park for an afternoon. While I was driving in heavy traffic through San Francisco, Raul, seated behind me, kept grabbing the back of my seat and jumping up and down (he’s v. excitable) exclaiming in his charming Cuban accent, “It’s jusss like Miami…jusss smell the eucalyptus.” I threatened to lock him in the trunk if he didn’t sit still. It worked. Good thing I love the guy. And then there was the time we had dinner in a restaurant over the water in Laguna Beach…okay, I won’t share that story. 🙂 One of the few work people I miss since I retired (but he retired, too). The name Raul always makes me smile.
I’ll try to incorporate your connections with the name Raul into my head. And… why won’t you share the Laguna Beach story?!?
Think of someone tasting their first sip of an incredibly great bottle of wine and that someone is sitting at your table having a (fairly loud) ‘Harry met Sally’ restaurant moment. I did mention he was excitable. I’ve never laughed so hard in all my life. It was a wonder we weren’t kicked out of the tony establishment. Raul made everything fun.
Your Raul sounds like so much fun.
I’m wondering if your pretzel stretch is going to be Yoga’s pigeon position. Waiting for pix
It’s similar but more pretzel-like.
There was a whale in your coffee. The fish could be delish fire roasted I think. I have several print shirts, that one looks like synthectic, they are more comfortable on cotton, And no to the shorts.
Thar she blows! That fish was from a very good chiringuito. And, yes, you’re right about how delicious it could be. The fashion window was in a cheapo bazaar, so definitely not cotton.
Maybe it’s a fetal alien? Kind of alarming!
Fetal alien fits it even better. And I drank that!
If not actually eating, SOMETHING oral with Raul.
Should I pass along a message?
I like Raul not the silly fashions here.
Hello everyboy and thanks to my new friends. It’s a pleasure to me to be in your minds and in your histories. Thanks a los…. Raúl
Es un placer conocerte.
Lots of ugly in this post: fish, wound, fashion. 🙂