The Man Bun

Not everyone is a fan of the style. However, if I had hair, I would probably try a man bun.

But, trust me, even if you have a serious aversion to the man bun (for example, Natalie at Knatolee’s World), you might actually find something else to like in these photos taken around Fuengirola.

(Click the images for bigger buns.)


MAN BUNS.
MEN’S BUNS.
THE END.

[Zachary] Quinto Anniversary

Tuesday marked our five-year anniversary in Spain. Fifth is “Quinto” in Spanish. Our “quinto anniversario.” So, my apologies, Zachary Quinto really has nothing to do with it.

As for me, I’d prefer five years in Spain (or anywhere) with San Geraldo. When you’ve got San Geraldo, who needs Zachary Quinto? (No offense, Zach.)

We went out Tuesday night to our favorite place in Fuengirola, Meson Salvador, and had a celebratory dinner with our friends Tynan and Elena — two more reasons to be grateful for our lives in Spain.

Tuesday afternoon, I went for a long walk in the 39C (102F) heat. I’d tell you there was not a cloud in the sky on our anniversary, only that would be a lie.

There was A CLOUD in the sky. Exactly one. But it wasn’t around for long.


(Click for bigger pictures… except for Zachary Quinto.)

LOOKING EAST TOWARD HOME AT THAT CLOUD IN THE SKY.
THE PORT OF FUENGIROLA.
THE CLOUD BECOMING A MEMORY.
WEDNESDAY MORNING COFFEE ON THE BEACH WITH SAN GERALDO.
YEAR SIX, DAY ONE. 

Saint John’s Summer Solstice Celebration

It’s 2:51 Friday morning, 24 June, the day the Christian Church designated as the Feast Day of Saint John the Baptist.

It didn’t start out that way. Before the Christians decided to “de-paganize” the day, it was called Midsummer, the pagan celebration of the summer solstice. Bonfires were lit to protect against evil spirits.

Following this ancient tradition, bonfires have been burning all night on our beaches in honor of St. John’s Eve. Revellers have been heavily drinking spirits (which may protect against evil ones; I don’t know).

At midnight, everyone quickly dashed in and out of the water and then hopped over the bonfires three times. The intention is to drive off witches and evil spirits (I guess that’s if the booze doesn’t work). Then came the fireworks.

OUR BEACH IN THE AFTERNOON: THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME.
AT 9:00 P.M., THE PARTY HADN’T YET STARTED.

The chiringuito (beach bar) nearest to us added additional serving areas on the Paseo and on the beach. They had an exceptionally good band performing the most of the night. For the past one or two hours (I’ve lost track), it’s been pre-recorded music at twice the decibel level. We should get some sleep when the party officially ends (any minute now).

Meanwhile, I’ve finished off the top layer of chocolates, so I’m not complaining (although I may be complaining later about that).

It’s 3:04 Friday morning and the music has stopped. The silence is deafening. I’m off to bed.

ON OUR WAY HOME FROM DINNER AROUND 11:15.
TOASTED BUNS AND BEER.
NOTE THE BAND MEMBER
IN THE “OREGON’S PORTLAND” T-SHIRT.
HOME: STROBE LIGHTS AND MUSIC AIMED IN OUR DIRECTION.
FIRE ON THE BEACH AND IN THE SKY.
THE MOON ROSE JUST AS THE FIREWORKS STARTED.

A Torn Retina And A Spotted Dick?

I celebrated my birthday Thursday. Because it was in fact my birthday, so it seemed like the right thing to do. This is my fourth year to celebrate my birthday here in Fuengirola. It’s become a tradition to go to Sandpiper Restaurant if only to have the opportunity to share the celebration with Jessica, even though she has to work.

In honor of my torn (no longer) retina, I thought I should have a defective-sounding dessert (in the UK, called pudding). So, I opted for some Spotted Dick. It’s much better than it sounds. (Click here to read the original story of Spotted Dick and another traditional English, um, pudding.)

I OBSESSED WITH AESTHETICALLY ARRANGING JESSICA’S STARS AND HAPPY BIRTHDAYS.
SAN GERALDO’S SOLUTION WAS TO SHOVEL THEM INTO A PILE…
…AFTER CONSIDERING A MELTDOWN, I SATISFIED MYSELF WITH THIS.
MY SPOTTED DICK.
(OR AS JESSICA PREFERS TO CALL IT, SPOTTED RICHARD.)
SMILING DESPITE A RECENTLY TORN RETINA
AND A SPOTTED DICK.
And since I enjoyed some Spotted Dick, I thought you might enjoy a Little Richard…