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We both woke up around 8:30 this morning and San Geraldo immediately began a serenade:
“Saturday in the park
It was the 4th of July…”
I don’t know why I had to correct him but I sang:
“I think it was the 4th of July.”
He began again:
“Saturday. I think it was the 4th of July.”
Never mind.
After four days of waiting and some befuddling back and forth emails with his office, I did finally get The Kid Brother’s bank account number and, yesterday morning, I walked to a nearby Western Union office (primarily a gold buying service) and wired some money into his account. When I told him Tuesday I was waiting to do that, he commanded “Get it done soon!” I reminded him that this was a favor, that we weren’t a bank, and he should be grateful and kind, and not snap at me. He understood. Until next time.
While visiting churches, I passed through the plaza de la Corredera and paid a visit to the public market. There are so many vacant stalls. The ones in use appear to be of good quality but it’s a shame it’s not a more vibrant, active market. The tuna photo at top was taken there.
Ambos nos despertamos alrededor de las 8:30 de esta mañana y San Geraldo empezó inmediatamente a cantar una serenata:
«Sábado en el parque
Era el 4 de julio…»
No sé por qué tuve que corregirlo, pero canté:
«Creo que era el 4 de julio».
Volvió a empezar:
«Sábado. Creo que era el 4 de julio».
Da igual.
Tras cuatro días de espera y un desconcertante intercambio de correos electrónicos con su oficina, por fin conseguí el número de cuenta bancaria de El Hermanito y, ayer por la mañana, fui caminando a una sucursal cercana de Western Union (que funciona principalmente como servicio de compra de oro) para enviarle dinero a su cuenta. Cuando el martes le dije que estaba pendiente de hacer eso, me ordenó: «¡Hazlo pronto!». Le recordé que aquello era un favor, que no éramos un banco, y que debía mostrarse agradecido y amable en lugar de hablarme con brusquedad. Lo entendió. Hasta la próxima.
Mientras visitaba iglesias, pasé por la plaza de la Corredera y me acerqué al mercado público. Hay muchísimos puestos vacíos. Los que están en funcionamiento parecen ofrecer buena calidad, pero es una lástima que no sea un mercado más dinámico y animado. La foto del atún que aparece arriba se tomó allí.
• A la vuelta de Western Union. Una enorme tienda de productos de cerdo gourmet. Este no es un barrio turístico; así es como compran los lugareños.
• Durante mi caminata me sentía débil y inestable. Pasé por una pastelería, compré dos galletas de crema de chocolate con chispas de chocolate negro y me sentí mejor de inmediato. ¿Bajón de azúcar?
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That tunas face kind of looks like he knew that he was going to be used as a prop to sell stuff and by stuff I mean himself 😂
Adam
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Adam:
I thought the same thing!
Tuna are massive. I remember watching a whole one being cut into steaks at the fish market in Funchal, Madeira – it was about the size of a cow!
You can tell how upmarket that pork emporium is – Miss Piggy is at the counter. 🤣 Jx
Jon:
When we lived on the Connecticut shoreline, we had a local fish shop and we grilled fish outside throughout the year, even in the snow. When we would arrive, the owner would haul out an entire, masssive, (cleaned) fresh swordfish or tuna on his shoulder and recommended which cut he thought we would want. And please no body shaming, sweetheart.
Did you take home about 400 grams of Tuna? I bet it is good. I could really have fun shopping in the pork store.
David:
All I got was the tuna photo. The sliced Iberian ham is out of this world. I could go overboard.
An SG serenade is much like a Carlos tune; when he sings My Favorite Things he sings of “warm woolen kittens.”
I let him have that one!
Glad you got the Kid brother’s banking straightened out. You’re A Good Man, Mitchell Block.
Bob:
I wonder what SG would sing as his favorite things. That’s a very complex song for him.
The Fresh Tuna photo made me laugh!
Debra:
Interesting way to advertise with that rheumy eye.
Maybe the market will get busier when the weather cools. Also harvests.
Chuck forgets you’re not issuing a paycheck for services rendered, good to remind him.
Boud
Boud:
Sadly, this is as occupied as the market gets throughout the year.
Love the tuna head; the pork-o-mat looks wondrous. 🐖🐖🐖🥓
wickedhamster:
I am in heaven in those “pork-o-mats.” And this one is especially elegant.
A meat market dedicated to pork?
And that’s an awfully long and convoluted way to say ‘soul food’.
ellen abbott:
It’s a cornerstone of the economy and diet in Spain.
That poor tuna. That’s pretty disrespectful.
And yet…sort of funny.
Markets like those are always interesting and can tell us a lot more about a place’s culture than any guidebook.
So glad there was a bakery right there when you needed it. Phew! Disaster averted!
The soul food thing made me laugh. I mean…yeah. However…
I always liked Chicago. They had their own sound, didn’t they?
Mary Moon:
Clearly not a Buddhist fish market (well, of course not). Those cookies saved me. Chicago did have a very distinctive sound.
That’s a hilarious way to label that huge tuna. Ha!
I’m glad that you were lucky enough to pass by a beautiful bakery just when your sugar dipped! Whew!
Judy C:
It had been a not so pleasant time until I sugared up.