Lockdown Day 81: Mesón Salvador and a Smurf / Encierro Día 81: Mesón Salvador y un Pitufo

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MESÓN SALVADOR OPENED ITS DOORS again this week. We’ve been back for our morning coffee and have enjoyed the company of José, Evie, and Sergio.

We haven’t yet gone for dinner; we’re still not quite relaxed sharing our space with others. But Mesón Salvador is doing everything right, so we’ll enjoy a meal again soon, when we’ll get to see some of the other family we haven’t seen since early March. It’s like being home… except I don’t have to wash the dishes.

I’ve been enjoying a second breakfast: a pitufo (smallish tostada/sandwich) of Serrano ham, manchego cheese, olive oil, and tomato puree, on fresh whole-grain bread). Exquisite. You might remember pitufo is also the Spanish word for Smurf and I can often be seen in winter with Papa Smurf (see the winter photos at the bottom of the page and, also, click here).

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MESÓN SALVADOR ABRE LAS PUERTAS nuevamente esta semana. Regresamos a tomar el café de la mañana y disfrutamos de la compañía de José, Evie, y Sergio.

Todavía no hemos ido a cenar; todavía no estamos muy relajados compartiendo nuestro espacio con otros. Pero Mesón Salvador está haciendo todo bien, por lo que pronto disfrutaremos de una comida, cuando podamos ver a algunas de los otros amigos que no hemos visto desde principios de marzo. Es como estar en casa … excepto que no tengo que lavar los platos.

He estado disfrutando de un segundo desayuno: un pitufo (tostada / sándwich pequeño) de jamón serrano, manchego, aceite de oliva y puré de tomate, en pan integral fresco). Exquisito. Quizás recuerdes, a menudo se me puede ver en invierno con Papá Pitfuo (vea las fotos de invierna al final de la pagina y, también, haz clic aquí).

Sergio.
Pitufo.

The Cat In The Hat

I used to hate wearing hats. Since arriving in Spain, however, I discovered that if I wear a decent hat when it rains, I don’t have to carry an umbrella.

That hat became known as my Frank Sihatra Not (as friend Darrin said when his tongue slipped, meaning to say “Frank Sinatra hat” click here for that story).

I’ve had a shiny head for many years and the sun has never bothered me. This year, however, I’ve noticed I’m not as tough (meaning “young”) as I used to be when it comes to the sun’s heat. I’ve been hit with heat exhaustion a couple of times and I don’t want to end up with heatstroke.

It’s time to give in to the hat. (My father hated hats even more than I do and he gave in to the hat when he was in his 40s.)

SLIM AND SPORTY.

I popped into a local market this morning while out for a walk and I found a lightweight, casual cap (as opposed to the two summer-weight Frank Sihatra Nots I have in the house).

I like everything about the cap except for the fact that it’s got a little tag that says “SPORTS.” There were other hats without the tag but they were heavy canvas. I shared my thoughts with the shop owner. He told me I was “delgado” and “un deportista” (slim and an athlete) and “Eh-sports” (his pronunciation) was appropriate in my case. I bought it. Hook line and sinker.

So, back to the title of this post: I am the Cat and this is my hat.