A Crapper of My Own / Mi Propio Caganer

La versión español está después de la versión inglés.

I FINALLY JOINED in a Catalonian tradition this year. Barcelona, a 9.5-hour drive north from here, is in Catalonia. Some of you may remember the first time I learned about The Caganer. It was our first Christmas in Fuengirola. I was admiring the window display in a wonderful shop, called Moreno, in the center of town when I noticed an animated outhouse (click here) (and here for a Caganer from 2017). When the door opened, I saw a figure “doing his business.” I learned he’s called The Caganer (which means “The Pooper”) and has appeared in nativity scenes since the late 17th century in Catalonia and Catalan areas in Andorra, Valencia, and Southern France. The tradition even spread to Murcia (Spain), Portugal, and Naples (Italy). It’s become so popular that you can find most contemporary public figures as “El Caganer.”

This year, after making another video of The Caganer in the window of Moreno, I went inside and bought myself a little figurine. The most traditional Caganer is a peasant wearing a red stocking hat, a white shirt, and black trousers. I suppose I could have stuck with tradition, but my ceramic figurine is wearing an actual fabric hat. Besides, he had a much more substantial “purge.” Ah, the magic of Christmas.

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FINALMENTE ME UNÍ a una tradición catalana este año. Barcelona, a 9,5 horas en coche hacia el norte desde aquí, se encuentra en Cataluña. Algunos de vosotros recordaráis la primera vez que aprendí sobre El Caganer. Fue nuestra primera Navidad en Fuengirola. Estaba admirando el escaparate de una maravillosa tienda, llamada Moreno, en el centro de la ciudad cuando noté una letrina animada (haz clic aquí) (y aqui para un Caganer de 2017). Cuando se abrió la puerta, vi una figura “haciendo su trabajo”. Me enteré de que se llamaba El Caganer y ha aparecido en belenes desde finales del siglo XVII en Cataluña y zonas catalanas en Andorra, Valencia, y el sur de Francia. La tradición incluso se extendió a Murcia (España), Portugal, y Nápoles (Italia). Se ha vuelto tan popular que puedes encontrar figuras públicas más contemporáneas como “El Caganer”.

Este año, después de hacer otro video del Caganer en la ventana de Moreno, entré y me compré una figurita. El Caganer más tradicional es un campesino que usa un gorro rojo, una camisa blanca, y pantalones negros. Supongo que podría haber quedado con la tradición, pero mi figura de cerámica lleva un sombrero de tela real. Además, tenía una “purga” mucho más sustancial. Ah, la magia de la Navidad.

One Coín And The Fountain

We took a little drive into the mountains Monday with Judyshannonstreetwhat (click here if you still haven’t met) simply to enjoy the scenery and stop for lunch in the town of Coín (Co-EEN) less than an hour northwest. We arrived just in time for siesta, so we immediately stopped for lunch before strolling the deserted streets of a very small part of this non-touristy town.

Highlight
A 12-year-old with a skateboard whistled at us as we pulled out of the parking garage beneath Plaza Mercado. He followed the whistle with, “Guay coche [cool car].”

Some sights today. Tomorrow, lunch! (Click to embiggerize the photos.)

FOUNTAIN ON PLAZA MERCADO, BEFORE LUNCH.
MIRROR, MIRROR OF THE GLASS…
BACK AT PLAZA MERCADO AFTER LUNCH.

Another Reason To Stay In Southern Spain

My sister-in-law and brother-in-law were driving the other day from Minneapolis, Minnesota, to Sioux Falls, South Dakota. This was their view on the four-lane highway as the day progressed.

(Click the images to make things more clear — Well, at least, the last three images.)

[NOTE: THAT’S NOT FOG; THAT’S SNOW!]

These were my views as the day progressed.