Lockdown Day 75: No Shortage / Encierro Día 75: Sin Escasez

La versión español está después de la versión inglés.

SAN GERALDO AND I ARE about to head out for a drive to our favorite garden center. Viveros Guzman is a half hour away in the town of Alhaurín de la Torre. So, I’m short on time, which made me think of these.

Here are some old photos of shorts (and swimsuits) Fuengirola-style, followed by three recent photos (the final two are obviously just different views of the same fashion plate in green). At the top of the page are Fuengirola’s fashion police.

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SAN GERALDO Y YO ESTAMOS a punto de salir a conducir a nuestro centro de jardinería favorito. Viveros Guzmán se encuentra a media hora en el pueblo de Alhaurín de la Torre. Entonces, soy corto de tiempo, lo que me hizo pensar en esto.

Aquí hay algunas fotos antiguas de pantalones cortos (y trajes de baño) al estilo de Fuengirola, seguidas de tres fotos recientes (las dos últimas son obviamente vistas diferentes de la misma placa de moda en verde). En la parte superior de la página, la “policía de la moda” de Fuengirola va a patrullar.

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From my walk on the beach Wednesday morning. To calm your nerves.
De mi paseo por la playa el miércoles por la mañana. Para calmar tus nervios.

It’s Not A Car; It’s An Adventure

We took a drive again today to our new favorite garden center, Viveros Guzmán in Alhaurin de la Torre. In the mountains. A world away from the sea and the city. (Note: Viveros means Nurseries.)

First we stopped for gas and to have the car washed. At San Geraldo’s request, I bought some treats while we waited to help us survive the long, long, — 25-minute — ride. (Don’t worry. We brought plenty of water.)

I bought too many treats. But I had to; they were on sale. We managed to consume only three PiM’s each (a bit of heaven my sister, Dale, introduced me to when I was still in my teens) before stopping for lunch a few minutes from Viveros Guzmán.

(Click the images to increase the calories… and for a closer look at a hunky bartender.)

50 CENTIMOS OFF IF I BOUGHT TWO PACKAGES.
EVER BUDGET-CONSCIOUS, I GOT ORIGINAL OREOS AND DOUBLE-STUFF!

San Geraldo had done some research before-hand and found what sounded like an interesting restaurant. So that’s where we headed before loading up the car with plants.

THE CAR, AFTER ITS VERY FIRST BATH, OUTSIDE THE RESTAURANT.

The restaurant is called Papas Fritas Y Juevos (French Fries and Eggs). It turned out to be located in an industrial/business park near a beautiful residential area. It’s obviously extremely popular.

Great food, service, and price. We decided it would be worth a drive back up just for a meal. We thought the joint was jumping but our server told us it was a very quiet day. She said if we ever wanted a meal there on a Wednesday or Saturday to be sure to make a reservation. Good to know.

RESTAURANTE PAPAS FRITAS Y HUEVOS.
COCHOPO: A SPECIALTY FROM ASTURIAS (NORTHWEST SPAIN).
TWO LARGE VEAL FILLETS, HAM, CHEESE… FRIED (WITH PAPAS FRITAS Y HUEVOS)
THANKFULLY, WE WERE TOLD TO SHARE.
I HAD THE VIEW THAT INCLUDED THE HUNKY BARTENDER.