La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.
We went to the post office Tuesday to mail something to one of Jerry’s cousins in Norway who lives on a street called Fartvegen, and that made me think of vegan farts. I think fartvegen in Norwegian is a word for “highway” which strikes me as an odd name for a street. Maybe someone will set me straight — or gaily forward.
After the post office, we went across the street to La Galeria (click here) and ordered lunch from the Mexican kiosk. We shared an order of jalapeño poppers and then each had chicken quesadillas. While we sat, I noticed a worker who wasn’t doing much work and instead spent her time visiting with a friend. She was perhaps 18 years old, if that. She wore cut-off shorts riding up into her nether regions. And I then noticed tattoos (in English) high up on the backs of her thighs. I couldn’t get a good photo because her friend was always looking in my direction, but you can see it below. I usually think of tattoos as art, but that would be a stretch in this case.
After lunch, we stopped at a nearby artisan ice cream shop. I was half a saint and had sugar-free dark chocolate ice cream, and sugarful apple ice cream. Exquisite.
We were at Mesón Salvador this morning for coffee and second breakfast while Isabel made the house beautiful. We visited with a woman we regularly see there and learned that she’s a serious darts player. We had never met a serious darts player before. She even has her own darts. I’m sure that’s the norm, but it was a surprise to us. She’s playing in two team tournaments this evening. She and a friend are the only women in these competitions and, at 80, she loves to beat the men (who apparently hate to lose to women). Imagine that.
El martes fuimos a la oficina de correos para enviarle algo a uno de los primos de Jerry en Noruega que vive en una calle llamada Fartvegen, y eso me hizo pensar en los pedos [farts] veganos [vegan]. Creo que fartvegen en noruego significa “autopista”, lo que me parece un nombre extraño para una calle. Tal vez alguien me enderece o avance alegremente.
Después de la oficina de correos, cruzamos la calle hacia La Galería (haz clic aquí) y pedimos el almuerzo en el quiosco mexicano. Compartimos una orden de jalapeños y luego cada uno comió quesadillas de pollo. Mientras estábamos sentados, noté que una trabajadora no estaba haciendo mucho trabajo y en cambio pasaba su tiempo visitando a una amiga. Quizás tuviera 18 años, si acaso. Llevaba pantalones cortos cortados que subían hasta sus regiones inferiores. Y luego noté los tatuajes (en inglés) en lo alto de la parte posterior de sus muslos. No pude sacar una buena foto porque su amiga siempre estaba mirando en mi dirección, pero puedes verla a continuación. Normalmente pienso en los tatuajes como arte, pero eso sería exagerado en este caso.
Después del almuerzo, paramos en una heladería artesanal cercana. Yo era medio santo y comí helado de chocolate amargo sin azúcar y helado de manzana con azúcar. Exquisito.
Estuvimos en Mesón Salvador esta mañana para tomar un café y un segundo desayuno mientras Isabel embellecía la casa. Visitamos a una mujer que vemos allí con regularidad y descubrimos que es una gran jugadora de dardos. Nunca antes habíamos conocido a un jugador de dardos serio. Incluso tiene sus propios dardos. Estoy seguro de que es la norma, pero fue una sorpresa para nosotros. Esta noche jugará dos torneos por equipos. Ella y una amiga son las únicas mujeres en estas competencias y, a sus 80 años, le encanta vencer a los hombres (que aparentemente odian perder contra las mujeres). Imagina eso.
• IZQUIERDO: TODOS LOS OJOS. DERECHO: SOBRE MÍ. Probablemente (espero) se arrepienta de ello algún día.
• La próxima vez tomaré la crema de queso con frutos del bosque.
• 24 gramas, me dijo.
I saw lots of tattoos in Spain this trip;
David:
Aren’t they everywhere nowadays? Maybe we just have more skin exposed here.
OMG yes please to the cream cheese ice cream….
Natalie:
I had never heard of cheese ice creams until we moved to Sevilla. There were some incredible artisan shops there and I tried every cheese ice cream available — and loved every one. Even one called “old cheese.”
Serious dart players use their own set of darts just like serious billiards players use their own personal cue. No using equipment manhandled and maltreated by the hoi polloi!
Debra:
That’s exactly where I conversation went. We said, well pool players have their own cues, of course darts players would have their own darts. She also talked about how important the feel, balance, and weight was, and that some people even use 28-gram darts. Imagine!
Well, I’m back to seeing the comment section. I suppose it was just a ghost yesterday, fooling around with me.
I do love the thought of an 80-year old woman who beats the men at darts. Good for her!
Sadly, I can’t use those same words for tattooed girl although you know- if that’s what makes her happy, it’s not my business.
Whenever I hear someone speaking Norwegian, I feel like they’re making up a fake language as they go. It’s so foreign to my ears.
Ms.Moon:
What a relief. I looked at everything I had control of and could find nothing wrong. I’m not judging that teenager but the tattoos sure seemed like a poor decision. In addition, she still had a dorky adolescent look plus a mouthful of metal braces. That made the tats even more surprising. I can sometimes understand what I hear in Norwegian and I try to not sound like the Swedish Chef when I speak.
When I was at lunch with my friend Liz yesterday, she told us about a guy she’d met recently who is now married to a mutual friend of ours. She said he has a ton of tattoos, including one on his forehead that says, “Cursed.” Liz said that before she knew it, the words, “How drunk WERE you to get that tattoo? I’ll help pay to get it removed!” came right out of her mouth.
MsMoon:
I think I love Liz! That question is often on my mind, although I wouldn’t offer to help pay for the removal.
Just looking at your title, I was prepared to comment with my vast knowledge of vegan farts. And when I was a wild and crazy youth, we always said “never go straight, go forward”. Most of us were referencing something else, but not everyone!
Kelly:
I’ve heard about farts from many vegans!
Your not helping my sweet tooth issue today!!! Now I want to play laen darts!!!!
Mistress Borghese:
I played darts of sorts as a kid but never legit darts. It sounds like such fun … except for the macho competition. I’m always happy to get that sweet teeth throbbing!
It’s hardly macho, Mitchell… Even I used to play in a darts team!!! 🤣🤣 Jx
Jon:
I wasn’t talking about darts in general, just the macho guys these women play against locally.
I could never live in a city with a made-on-premise ice cream/gelato shop without weighing 150 kilos. The cream cheese blueberry creation had me checking out international airfares for the first time since the pandemic.
The photo of the tattoo made me think “Hooker With A Bar Code”
Anonymous:
Sevilla had the best artisan ice cream shop we’d ever experienced. We were there almost every day. We a bit better behaved here. This shop is excellent but we haven’t tried out the reputed best in town. One has dark chocolate ice cream that was rated the best in Spain. Dangerous! I saw a barcode tramp stamp on a muscle stud in Palm Springs. I wonder if it actually worked.
All I can say about those tattoos is OMG. Have you heard of Cheryl Cole? She’s a British singer, quite beautiful, but she has the most godawful tattoos on her back and…ummm…lower back. Why people do this to themselves I will never know. (And I have a tattoo! But a pretty tame one.)
Isn’t the cream cheese specifically “grandma’s” cream cheese? Maybe that’s a Spanish thing.
Steve:
La Abuela is the name of the ice cream shop, so I think they just named their specialty cream cheese for that. I hope it wasn’t actually grandma’s cream cheese! My grandma’s been dead for 40 years. I just looked at Cheryl Cole’s back and butt tattoo. For me, the color is especially off-putting. But I just don’t get it at all. I wonder if she doesn’t already regret it.
Oh, the ice cream looks sooooo good. Oh my. And, the quesadilla thing…yumm!
As for the girl in the super-short shorts… it’s an unfortunately regular sight in high schools in the U.S…. not the thigh tatoos, but the shorts so short that we can see the bottom of the rounds of the buttocks —ha! It’s very unsettling.
Judy C
Judy C:
Yeah, I see the short shorts all too often. The crotch was especially off-putting (but maybe not for everyone). But those thigh tattoos shocked me.
How are you feeling now x
finlaygray:
Muddling along. Looking forward to seeing the nephrologist tomorrow!
The chicken quesadillas and ice cream look delish — I’m drooling over the “caramel coated” stuff! Funny, I’ve never thought about vegan farts, but now I can imagine they must be horrific if broccoli, cauliflower, cabbage or pinto beans play a large part of a vegan diet! Never let it be said that your blog isn’t thought provoking, LOL!
Tundra Bunny:
I’ve been told by vegans that their farts are awful but I understand you can adjust your diet to reduce that problem. And WHO SAYS my blog isn’t thought provoking?
I love a tattoo, I have a few myself, but those? I’m not sure.
Bob:
I also love tattoos of many kinds, large and small. But I was shocked by hers and also saddened by what it says about her in her young life.
Tattoos on women are becoming more and more common. Even girl-next-door types have them. I doubt she’ll regret getting them.
Kirk:
I’ve known and seen for years lots of women with tattoos. The statement hers make for someone so young was unpleasant to think about. I’ve read that a large majority of people with tattoos end up regretting them.
That ICE CREAM looks delicious!!
And nice darts! Not that I would know that. Good bowlers also have their own balls (I heard that!!)
Food looks good as well.
Jim:
SG and I had our own bowling balls from when we bowled in a gay league in San Diego. For him, it was a necessity as it was almost impossible to find a ball with finger holes large enough.
Finally I know the Spanish word for farts; Duolingo is quiet on this one.
Urpso:
One would think Duolingo would appreciate the importance of farts.
“Art, darts, vegan farts” has got to be one of the best blog post titles ever written!
Sassybear:
Sometimes they work. But then I have to say them in Spanish!