Dog Pee?

There’s a restaurant nearby that has great food and service. It’s less than a 10-minute walk and the atmosphere is great.

The men’s room is well-maintained (that matters to some people), but I find the inside of the toilet lid to be very peculiar — and a bit confusing.

WAS I SUPPOSED TO AIM FOR THE DOG’S MOUTH?
(THE COLOR OF THAT TONGUE MAKES ME THINK SO.)

Up The Ladder To The Roof

Traditionally in Spain, Santa Claus (Papá Noel) doesn’t get much attention during Christmas — although he does gain ground (rooftop) with each passing year. Christmas Eve is a time for dinner with friends and family, but the gifts are often saved for Epiphany Eve. Epiphany is also known as Three Kings Day (Dia De Los Reyes Magos). You may remember my blog posts in the past few years about the Cabalgata de Reyes Magos (The Three Kings Parade). (Click here to experience our first Three Kings Day in Spain. I can’t believe that was nearly four years ago.)

(Click any image to aggrandize the kings.)

DOING A DRY RUN?
STILL THERE IN THE MORNING.

Santa doesn’t bring gifts (usually) to Spanish children. The Three Kings do. And they don’t deliver the gifts until the eve of Epiphany, which means children here wake up to gifts on “Three Kings Day” instead of Christmas Day.

My Ephiphany:
“Yesterday’s broken dreams. Don’t you know they’ll all fade away?”

I’m Gonna Get Up, I’m Gonna Get Out

This barometric pressure/seasonal allergy stuff has gotten old. I really need to get out of the house.

But first, I really need to give some thought to what I’ll wear in public.

MY COPY OF A COPY OF A COPY OF DIOR.
(TAKEN WHILE THE “STOPCOLD” MEDICINE WAS WORKING.)
MORE ACCURATE COLOUR. (TOO MUCH SUNSHINE EARLIER.)
NOT REALLY FAKE DIOR: GEOFFREY BEENE AND CHAPS.



There’s gotta be something better than this … outfit.