Fifteen Tapas

It seems a day out on the town, any town, is not complete without us stumbling upon a really great restaurant. After Mariposario de Benalmádena (Benalmádena’s Butterfly Park, see two previous posts), we continued another 5 minutes into Benalmádena Pueblo (the old village). Having only been there once before (click here for my first visit), I was familiar with only one little cafe, so we parked the car and began to head downhill through town.

It was a quiet and gloriously sunny winter day already past 2:00, which meant even the stores that might be open this time of year were closed for siesta. We thought, before settling down to lunch, we’d check out Plaza de España, a charming historic plaza. There were a couple of nice-looking restaurants. We chose the second one we came to, Restaurante Plaza.

It was warm enough in the sun to enjoy a meal out on the terrace, but the cloud of cigarette smoke hovering all around decided us to head inside. We headed up some stairs to a room with terraced windows that looked out onto another street. Service was a pleasure and the menu was varied and unusual. We each chose our own three tapas and we were definitely not disappointed.

HAMBERGUESA DE CHIVO
(GOAT HAMBURGER)
MUSHROOMS AND STUFF… (I CAN’T REMEMBER WHAT
IT WAS CALLED, BUT IT WAS REALLY GOOD).
CRUJIENTE DE SALMON, QUESO DE CABRA, Y BOK CHOI.
(CRISPY SALMON WITH GOAT CHEESE.)
SALMON WASN’T CRISPY, JUST PASTRY IT WAS WRAPPED IN.

Numbers in another language can sometimes cause confusion. San Geraldo ordered his tapas by number. Cuatro (Four), Once (Eleven), and Diez y Cinco (supposed to be, but not, Fifteen). Since he was pointing to the items as he ordered, the waiter nodded and took down the information. When Judy ordered, she followed San Geraldo’s lead and requested Diez y Cinco. The waiter was a bit further away. He hesitated and looked at me. I said she didn’t want both Diez y Cinco (Ten and Five), she wanted Quince (Fifteen). The waiter laughed. San Geraldo laughed. And Judy said, “Well, that’s what I get for following Jerry’s lead!”

RESTAURANTE PLAZA, PLAZA DE ESPAÑA,
BENALMÁDENA PUEBLO.
HEADING BACK TO THE CAR.
THE SCENIC ROUTE, A DIEZ-Y-CINCO–MINUTE WALK.

Caterpillar To Butterfly

The four stages of a butterfly: Egg, Caterpillar, Chrysalis, Butterfly.

(Click the images for a butterfly’s eye view.)

In nature a repulsive caterpillar turns into
a lovely butterfly.
But with humans it is the other way around:
A lovely butterfly turns into a repulsive caterpillar.
                                              — Anton Chekhov

ENTRANCE TO THE BUTTERFLY PARK (MARIPOSARIO), BENALMÁDENA.
CATERPILLARS AND EGGS (RIGHT)
DOCENT MARINA HOLDING A CHRYSALIS.
(NOTE THE BUTTERFLY WING SHOWING THROUGH THE SURFACE).
ADORNED (BY NATURE) WITH GOLD BEADING.
IT WOULD MAKE A GREAT PENDANT.
IT DARKENS WHEN THE BUTTERFLY IS CLOSE TO EMERGING.
A DIFFERENT TYPE OF BUTTERFLY. 
ON ITS MAIDEN VOYAGE, THIS YOUNG BUTTERFLY
DECIDED TO IMMEDIATELY REST AND DRY OFF ON JUDY’S HEAD.
THEY WERE INSEPARABLE FOR ABOUT 15 MINUTES.

Butterflies

It’s been a long time since we paid a visit to Mariposario de Benalmádena (Benalmádena’s Butterfly Park) just 10 minutes away by car (I guess it helps to have a car), so for Judy’s last day in Spain yesterday (she’ll be back in several months), we drove over and then went to lunch in Benalmádena Pueblo (the old village another 10 minutes away). I’ll share more of the park and pictures from our exceptional lunch. Today, it’s just butterflies. (Click the images to see the flying flowers.)

ONE BUTTERFLY, CONSTANT MOTION.

May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun
And find your shoulder to light on,

To bring you luck, happiness and riches
Today, tomorrow, and beyond.

                                              — Irish blessing

TWO (GOING AT IT).
AGING BUTTERFLY HELD BY MARINA, THE CHARMING DOCENT.
CAMOUFLAGE.
THE WATERING HOLE.
TINY AND BRILLIANT AND ALWAYS AFLUTTER.

From Toledo to Corpus Christi

In the past few weeks we’ve gone from Toledo to Corpus Christi. And we haven’t left Spain.

Corpus Christi is a “feast” celebrating the belief in the body and blood of Christ in the Eucharist (bread and wine). That’s all the religion you’ll get from me today.

I attended the festivities because Paula (Tynan and Elena’s adored 13-year-old daughter who is a gifted oboe player) was marching at noon in Benalmádena Pueblo. Benalmádena is the town just east of us. Benalmádena Pueblo is the old town and a white village similar to Mijas Pueblo (click here).

A tradition at Corpus Christ is to adorn procession routes with intricate flower mosaics. The art on Calle Real was lovingly created in the morning and happily trod upon a few hours later. Other streets were strewn with carnations and greenery, terraces were adorned with elegant shawls and tapestries, walls were lined with flowers and plants.

It was promoted as the festival of Corpus Christi only because they couldn’t publicly admit that all the festivities were in honor of our upcoming 5-year renewal (see yesterday’s post).

(Click the images to see how big Benalmádena Pueblo went in our honor.)

MY FIRST VIEW FROM THE TOP OF CALLE REAL.

WORKING MY WAY DOWN CALLE REAL.
CONTINUING ALONG THE WAY.
REACHING THE END
(AND ALL BEFORE THE MAJOR CROWSD ARRIVED).
CALLE ALAMOS DECORATED AND STREWN WITH CARNATIONS AND GREENERY.
PLAZA DE ESPAÑA.
CALLE ALAMOS FROM THE OTHER DIRECTION.
LOCAL PRIVATE DISPLAYS OUTSIDE HOMES.
(ABOVE, AND THE TWO THAT FOLLOW.)
A LOCAL BROTHERHOOD’S TRIBUTE
ON PLAZA ANDALUCÍA.
AFTER THE PARADE PASSES BY.
OUR FAVORITE PAULA!
MY FEET AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW…

Sorry for the poor sound quality.
This band is really good!

A final note (and smile) from Paula…