Superstition Ain’t The Way

San Geraldo came upon an interesting article on Spanish superstitions. The first one he read to me explained that it’s bad luck to put a hat on a bed. Mine is not to reason why. Here’s a short list; there are many more.

Knives
Don’t buy knives or scissors as a gift. Tradition says this means that the relationship will be broken. I know a couple that just gave another couple a set of knives as a wedding gift. Uh oh!

Don’t Break a Leg
In many countries,”break a leg” is the standard way to wish good luck before a theatre performance. In Spain you’re supposed to wish someone “mucha mierda” or “loads of shit.”

Cats’ Lives
We’ve always been told cats have nine lives. Here in Spain, the poor things have only seven.

Don’t Sweep Him Off His Feet
If, while sweeping with a broom, you accidentally brush the feet of someone who’s single, they’ll never get married. (My sister was always told the same thing would result if she ate the last of anything. So, for example, she always left me one Oreo — but never more than one.)

Yellow Clothing
Never give yellow clothing as a gift, especially to a baby (something about yellow representing sulphur and the Devil). Also, don’t wear yellow on the day of something important — or to someone’s wedding.

WATER TO DRINK.
BEER TO TOAST.

Drinking Again
When toasting, always look each person in the eye. And, it’s bad luck to toast with a glass of water. Fortunately, beer and wine here are cheaper than bottled water.


Grapes in Red Underwear
You may remember that at midnight on New Year’s Eve in Spain we eat 12 grapes for luck and prosperity — one for each clock chime (click here for that blog post). I’ve learned that wearing red underwear will also help. (I’ll have photos to share New Year’s Day.)

Right Foot First
You should always enter a room right foot first. Apparently, misfortune enters a room with the left foot. However, if you accidentally enter a room left foot first, you can counter the bad luck by making the sign of the cross three times. (I’ll take my chances.)

It’s Not About the Leather
Spaniards believe that leaving your handbag on the floor will result in you losing all your money. And that would explain why our friends and neighbours get so upset when San Geraldo places his bag at his feet in cafes. I always thought they were concerned about the expensive leather.


Tuesday the 13th
Tuesday and not Friday is the unlucky day here. Don’t get married or start a trip on that day.

Fortunately, I’m not at all superstitious. So, I’ll continue to do all of the above without suffering any ill consequences.

(I’ve got my fingers crossed. Knock on wood. And poo poo poo away all you evil spirits!)

When you believe in things that you don’t understand…

Wimoweh, Wimoweh, Wimoweh, Wimoweh

Sunday afternoon, I had the great pleasure of Skyping with My Mother The Dowager Duchess and… drumroll please… The Kid Brother!

When I spoke with him during the week, he said he had an appointment Saturday. So I suggested he visit on Sunday and he immediately agreed. Dudo was happy to see him, too. When he hears The Kid Brother’s voice, he knows he’s going to get a treat. I put the laptop on the kitchen floor so the cats can see him and he can see them when they get their treat. (Click here to learn about Kid Brother CatSkype.)

The Dowager Duchess and The Kid Brother went out for lunch (across the avenue, which is quite a walk for the Duchess) and even did a little shopping. So, everyone was happy this weekend. (Oh, yeah, and the Dowager Duchess is amazing.)

DUDO AFTER SEEING THE KID BROTHER.
(SLEEPING OFF HIS MEAL)

Monday Morning’s Magic…

Don’t fear. I’ve been sleeping a lot better recently knowing The Duchess is doing well and the Kid Brother is back to his routine.

Note: The Tokens were from my neighbourhood in Brooklyn. I went to high school with their [also very talented] sister (Maxine Margo Rubin), who is host and executive producer of the radio show/podcast “The Many Shades of Green.” Check it out here.

Plugged In

San Geraldo and I went to Feria Sunday night. Last year, we noticed a gay pop-up bar, but we were so deafened by the noise by that time that we didn’t have it in us to stick around. As is the case in the USA, for some reason, the organisers and venders at these kinds of events choose to blast music from every venue at eardrum-exploding decibel levels.

Our reaction has nothing to do with us getting more crotchety as we get older (although in San Geraldo’s case, it’s a fact of life). I remember these same decibel levels from my time spent at discos and bars in the ’70s and ’80s, and long after —although no longer at discos.

When I saw Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band perform live in Brooklyn in the 1970s, the music was so loud that I had a ringing in my ears for a few days after.

Anyway, San Geraldo suggested we get ear plugs this year and then try and find that bar.

Behind the casetas (the small houses at the fairgrounds used for parties/food/music), is a strip of temporary bars hosted by different groups and organisations. That’s where we came upon that gay bar last year. So, last night, ear plugs in place, we headed down the lane. We never did find the gay bar this year, but I realised that we couldn’t have visited with anyone anyway. The ear plugs worked too well. (Click any image; it won’t get louder.)

A CASETA.
A QUIET AND LESS POPULAR CASETA.
A TYPICAL RACING COMPETITION ON THE MIDWAY.
INSTEAD OF HORSES, THIS ONE HAD CAMELS.
(WATCH THE FOLLOWING CLIP.)
WITH DIFFERENT MUSIC BOOMING FROM EVERY RIDE AND EVERY CASETA. 
LOOKING BACK AS WE MADE OUR ESCAPE.

We heard great singing, so stopped for some traditional Spanish music.
We didn’t stay long. Hi ho.

Horsefeathers

There’s so much to see at Fuengirola’s annual Feria (fair). To be clear, there’s more than one annual fair in Fuengirola. This week’s annual event is to honour the Virgin of the Rosary. She was processed (that’s pro-CEST as opposed to PRAH-cest) from the church this week. I’ve seen her before and wanted instead to see the horses and costumes as they arrived at the fairgrounds. Here, today, are the horses (mostly).

(Click any image to equestriansize.)

A HORSE BITES OFF A WOMAN’S HEAD AS HER FRIEND LOOKS ON.
HORSEFEATHERS*!
(*POLITE AMERICAN SLANG FOR HORSESHIT OR BULLSHIT.)
THE FIRST ARRIVALS. THE ADULTS WENT FOR A BEER AND
ARGUED A BIT BEFORE ENTERING THE FAIRGROUNDS.
PURE CLASS OUTSIDE ON THE NEARBY PLAZA.
STOPPING FOR A SARSAPARILLA AT A LOCAL SALOON.
(ACTUALLY, STOPPING FOR A FANTA ORANGE.)
SPANISH MAN SMOKING CUBAN CIGAR ON ARABIAN HORSE?*
*(REALLY, ANDALUSIAN — ALSO PURE SPANISH — HORSES, NOT ARABIAN.)
THE FAIRGROUNDS’ STREETS WERE STILL FAIRLY EMPTY,
BUT PEOPLE KEPT WALKING IN FRONT OF MY SHOTS.
APPLYING LIPSTICK AS SHE RIDES.
A TASTE OF TOMORROW:
THE TRADITIONAL COSTUMES.