Lockdown Day 58: Five’ll Get You Fifteen / Encierro Día 58: Cinco te Darán Quince

La versión español está después de la versión inglés.

REMEMBER WHEN I TOLD YOU about San Geraldo’s purchase of fifteen bags of frozen blueberries at Mercadona? The fifteen [quince] bags he called, in Spanish, “diez y cinco” [ten and five], and the cashier asked if he said veinticinco (twenty-five)… and he said “yes.” If you don’t remember the story, click here, for a much better explanation.

Anyway, San Geraldo was back at Mercadona Saturday and he picked up another fifteen bags of blueberries. This time, he was confident. As he loaded the bags on the conveyor belt, he smiled and helpfully told the cashier, “Cinco [five].”

The cashier looked at the massive pile on the counter and asked, “¿Quince [fifteen]?” San Geraldo slapped himself (gently) on the head, rolled his eyes, and exclaimed, “¡Cinco! Quince, yes.” He then told his story. She laughed and laughed, and then she said she wondered what it was going to be next week. I do, too.

While San Geraldo was talking about blueberries, I was enjoying the other colors around Fuengirola and our own back garden (the last four photos and the photo at the top).

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¿RECUERDAS CUANDO TE CONTÉ SOBRE la compra de San Geraldo de quince bolsas de arándanos congelados en Mercadona? Las quince bolsas que él llamó, “diez y cinco”, y la cajera le preguntó si dijo veinticinco … y él dijo “sí”. Si no recuerda la historia, haz clic aquí para obtener una explicación mucho mejor.

De todos modos, San Geraldo regresó a Mercadona el sábado y recogió otras quince bolsas de arándanos. Esta vez, tenía confianza. Mientras cargaba las bolsas en la cinta transportadora, sonrió y le dijo amablemente a la cajera: “Cinco”.

La cajera miró la enorme pila en el mostrador y preguntó: “¿Quince?” San Geraldo se golpeó (suavemente) en la cabeza y exclamó: “¡Cinco! Quince, sí.” Luego contó su historia. Ella se rió y se rió, y luego dijo que se preguntaba qué sería la próxima semana. Yo también.

Mientras San Geraldo estaba hablando de arándanos, yo estaba disfrutando de los otros colores alrededor de Fuengirola y nuestro propio jardín trasero (las últimas cuatro fotos y la foto en la parte superior).

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Catch a Wave / Atrapa una Ola

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MONDAY, I MENTIONED briefly our surfer-dude friend, Alexander. Not only is he a great surfer, but he’s charming, kind, warm, bright, and witty (despite the fact that he inherited his father, Tynan’s, sense of humor). Alexander is now 19. We described him the same way when he was 12 — except that he wasn’t yet surfing. Alexander is someone who gives me hope for the future. And, more importantly, joy in the present. And I need both.

Tynan grew up in Chesterfield, England, where they speak a form of English difficult for even other English people to understand. Elena is from Bilbao in the north of Spain. So, although Spanish is the first language of their two kids, they grew up speaking both languages.

One morning a few years ago, Tynan had free time one morning so walked with Alexander to school, a bilingual school here in town. When they reached a group of Alexander’s friends, Tynan asked him to suggest a shortcut home. After Tynan left, he looked back and could tell he was being talked about. That evening, he asked Alexander what his friends had said. Alexander explained, “They asked if you were my dad and when I said you were, they said they thought you were English. I told them you were and they asked, ‘But what language was he speaking?’”


MENCIONÉ BREVEMENTE EL lunes nuestro amigo surfista, Alexander. No solo es un gran surfista, sino que es encantador, amable, cálido, brillante, e ingenioso (a pesar de que heredó el sentido del humor de su padre, Tynan). Alexander ahora tiene 19 años. Lo describimos de la misma manera cuando tenía 12 años, excepto que todavía no estaba surfeando. Alexander es alguien que me da esperanza para el futuro. Y, lo que es más importante, alegría en el presente. Y necesito ambos.

Tynan creció en Chesterfield, Inglaterra, donde hablan una forma de inglés difícil de entender incluso para otros ingleses. Elena es de Bilbao en el norte de España. Entonces, aunque el español es el primer idioma de sus dos hijos, crecieron hablando ambos idiomas.

Una mañana, hace unos años, Tynan caminó con Alexander a la escuela secudaria, una escuela bilingüe aquí en la ciudad. Cuando llegaron a un grupo de amigos de Alexander, Tynan le pidió que sugiriera un atajo a casa. Después de que Tynan se fue, miró hacia atrás y se dio cuenta de que se estaba hablando de él. Esa noche, le preguntó a Alexander qué habían dicho sus amigos. Alexander explicó: “Preguntaron si tú eras mi papá y cuando dije que sí, dijeron que pensaban que eras inglés. Les dije que eras y me preguntaron: ‘¿Pero qué idioma estaba hablando?’”


Snoring Logs / Roncando Troncos

La versión español está después de la versión inglés.

It’s no wonder San Geraldo gets confused when he speaks Spanish, I’m still trying to teach him English.

San Geraldo woke up from a siesta. Moose loves to join him. He told me, “Musy [that’s Moose’s official name] is still snoring logs.”

“Sawing logs,” I corrected.

“What?” he asked.

“Sawing logs, not snoring logs,” I said, thinking he would realize his error.

“Why sawing?” he asked, as if it were the most ridiculous phrase.

I mimed cutting a log with a saw and making the noise that goes with it.

“Oh, it makes the same sound!”

It’s not the first time I’ve corrected him, but it is the first time I’ve explained it.

No es de extrañar que San Geraldo se confunda cuando habla español, todavía estoy tratando de enseñarle inglés.

San Geraldo despertarse de una siesta. Alce le encanta unirse a él. Me dijo: “Musy [ese es el nombre oficial de Moose] todavía está aserrando troncos”. (Nota: La expresión en inglés es “aserrando troncos”, que significa roncando (porque suena como el ruido que se hace al aserrar troncos.)

“Serrando troncos”, corregí.

“¿Qué?” preguntó.

“Serrando troncos, no roncando troncos”, dije, pensando que se daría cuenta de su error. [Nota: En inglés serrar es “to saw” y “roncar” es “to snore.” Suenan similar.]

“¿Por qué serrando?” preguntó, como si fuera la frase más ridícula.

Imité cortar un tronco con una sierra y hacer el ruido que la acompaña.

“¡Oh, hace el mismo ruido!”

No es la primera vez que lo corrijo, pero es la primera vez que lo explico.

Listen to the audio (full volume if you dare). It’s San Geraldo “snoring” logs.
Escucha el audio (volumen completo si te atreves). Es San Geraldo “roncando troncos.”

Another photo of Moose and Dudo. Dudo doesn’t snore. / Otra foto de Moose y Dudo. Dudo no ronca.

Fifteen Tapas

It seems a day out on the town, any town, is not complete without us stumbling upon a really great restaurant. After Mariposario de Benalmádena (Benalmádena’s Butterfly Park, see two previous posts), we continued another 5 minutes into Benalmádena Pueblo (the old village). Having only been there once before (click here for my first visit), I was familiar with only one little cafe, so we parked the car and began to head downhill through town.

It was a quiet and gloriously sunny winter day already past 2:00, which meant even the stores that might be open this time of year were closed for siesta. We thought, before settling down to lunch, we’d check out Plaza de España, a charming historic plaza. There were a couple of nice-looking restaurants. We chose the second one we came to, Restaurante Plaza.

It was warm enough in the sun to enjoy a meal out on the terrace, but the cloud of cigarette smoke hovering all around decided us to head inside. We headed up some stairs to a room with terraced windows that looked out onto another street. Service was a pleasure and the menu was varied and unusual. We each chose our own three tapas and we were definitely not disappointed.


Numbers in another language can sometimes cause confusion. San Geraldo ordered his tapas by number. Cuatro (Four), Once (Eleven), and Diez y Cinco (supposed to be, but not, Fifteen). Since he was pointing to the items as he ordered, the waiter nodded and took down the information. When Judy ordered, she followed San Geraldo’s lead and requested Diez y Cinco. The waiter was a bit further away. He hesitated and looked at me. I said she didn’t want both Diez y Cinco (Ten and Five), she wanted Quince (Fifteen). The waiter laughed. San Geraldo laughed. And Judy said, “Well, that’s what I get for following Jerry’s lead!”


The Finger

Our dear friend Tynan was teasing San Geraldo while we had coffee the other morning. He does that regularly. Mostly because it’s so easy to do.

Finally, San Geraldo began to threaten, “You know, Mr. T [he likes to call him Mr. T], you’re on a frozen lake, and the ice is thick, and you’re going further and further, and you’re getting to open water, and you’re about to drop in…”

“Jerry,” I interrupted, “You really could just say, ‘You’re skating on thin ice.’ “



The Finger
A few minutes later, San Geraldo surprised us with his knowledge of a contemporary, popular singer. Tynan, as I’ve mentioned before, is from Chesterfield in the English Midlands. Most people would agree that Tynan’s accent is sometimes difficult to understand (well, most people have said a lot worse).

Tynan said, “You’ve got the finger on the pulse of youth, you.”

A confused San Geraldo repeated what he heard, “You’re fingering the pulse of me???”

After all that, I joined Moose and Dudo at the drain.