¿Capitán América?

La versión español está después de la versión inglés.

THE IRRESISTIBLE FRAN trimmed his beard a few weeks ago into what he thought was Captain America style. He wants to BE Captain America but no one will buy him the costume. And, of course, he doesn’t want just ANY Captain America costume. He wants one that’s totally authentic. Do you suppose he looks pathetic enough in the first photo below? Would YOU buy him the costume?

In addition to not getting his wish of a Captain America costume, Fran was, as I mentioned previously (click here), a bit put out by the fact that so many of his co-workers have gotten air time on my blog. So, Thursday night, while dining at Restaurante Primavera, we made a special request for Fran and only Fran to grate our cheese. All is apparently forgiven. He’s so easy.


EL IRRESISTIBLE FRAN recortó su barba hace unas semanas en lo que él pensó que era el estilo del Capitán América. Quiere SER el Capitán América, pero nadie le comprará el disfraz. Y, por supuesto, no quiere CUALQUIER disfraz de Capitán América. Él quiere uno que sea totalmente auténtico. ¿Crees que se ve lo suficientemente patético en la primera foto a continuación? ¿Le comprarías el disfraz?

Además de no obtener su deseo de un disfraz de Capitán América, Fran, como mencioné anteriormente (haz clic aquí), estaba un poco molesto por el hecho de que muchos de sus compañeros han tenido momentos en mi blog. Entonces, el jueves por la noche, mientras cenábamos en el Restaurante Primavera, hicimos una solicitud especial para que Fran y solo Fran rallaran nuestro queso. Todo está aparentemente perdonado. Él es tan fácil.

San Geraldo: “You think that’s enough? More!”
San Geraldo: “¿Crees que es suficiente? ¡Más!”
Don’t you love how the heavens shine down on him?
¿No te encanta cómo brillan los cielos sobre él?
Carmen photobomb/fotobomba

Ronda: The Fan Dance

Friday, while strolling scaling the streets of Ronda, Judy and I noticed a shop called ArtesamArt (http://www.artesamart.com). There were some beautiful fans in the windows and the place didn’t look touristy, so we went inside.

I roamed the store and admired the jewellery, leather goods, pottery, and other handmade pieces while Judy talked with the salesperson, Maria. Judy was looking for a “typical Spanish fan.”

We met one of the owners, Francisco, who told us some of the history of fans and encouraged us to visit the exhibit space upstairs. He joined us and we got a private tour beyond compare. I had no idea the fan actually originated in Egypt and the folding fan was invented in China, probably in the 7th century.

Francisco explained to us how some of the different types of fans are made and also shared stories of his mother (a collector), grandmother, and great-grandmother. Apparently, his grandmother didn’t fan herself but slapped the open fan against her breast, while his great-grandmother opened and closed hers incessantly, never fanning herself, but instead tapping the closed fan against her open palm. We came home with little booklets describing the “language” of the fan.

We were in the store for well over an hour. I’m now a huge fan.


Lessons from the expert…