Belly Up to the Bar / Vientre Hasta el Bar

La versión español está después de la versión inglés.

SAND SCULPTOR PAUL Blane is still on the beach because everyone needed a place to go after the Last Supper was consumed (click here). Sandbar is the hottest spot in Fuengirola, the best beach bar in town. If you don’t mind all the pirates, that is. Paul calls it Taberna de Piratas (Pirates’ Tavern), but I don’t think that’s great for business. I was holding off for the grand opening — the tile floor still hasn’t been laid. But, Paul needed to get out of the sun.


ESCULTOR DE ARENA Paul Blane todavía está en la playa porque todos necesitaban un lugar para ir después de que se consumiera la Última Cena (haz clic aquí). Sandbar (en inglés, un banco de arena se llama un “sandbar” — un bar de arena) es el lugar más popular en Fuengirola, el mejor bar de playa de la ciudad. Si no te importan todos los piratas, eso es. Paul lo llama Taberna de Piratas, pero no creo que eso sea bueno para los negocios. Me estaba esperando para la gran inauguración, el piso de baldosas aún no se había colocado. Pero, Paul necesitaba salir del sol.

Paul’s the only one without a beer. / Paul es el único sin una cerveza.
Paul told me he knew he was short five black piano keys. (Like “a few sandwiches short of a picnic”?)
Paul me dijo que sabía que tenía cinco teclas negras de piano. (Como ¿Unos bocadillos cortos de un picnic”? … que significa en inglés “de capacida mental cuestionable”.)
You can see the sculpture at center below the wall.
Puedes ver la escultura en el centro abajo del muro.

Yes, We Have No Bananas

While the sun was still constantly shining — before these last few days of mostly cloudy, sometimes thunder and lightning, and a mix of light and heavy rain — I was on a walk on the beach when I spotted a sad-looking cluster of plants in a cement planter outside a chiringuito (beach café).

The tallest plant caught my attention because hanging from it was what I’m pretty sure is the flower that will produce a cluster of bananas.

It’s easy to get the real banana plant confused with the “giant white bird of paradise” or “wild banana” whose flowers look like the typical orange bird of paradise (except that they’re giant and white… which is probably where it got its name, don’t you think?).

Unlike the real banana plant, however, the giant white bird of paradise doesn’t bear edible fruit. So, once there’s fruit (i.e., bananas), I can easily tell it’s a real banana plant. I’m clever like that.

Anyway, as I mentioned earlier, I’m pretty sure that what I saw was a real banana plant. I’ll wait for the bananas and will let you know for certain — unless, of course, someone out there looks at my photos and can tell without waiting for bananas (or no bananas, as the case may be).

(Don’t forget to click the image for a bigger banana … or no banana.)

Time for a another song from Louis Prima…