Whole Lotta Love / Muchísimo Amor

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WHEN WE WANT a good meal, we of course go to Mesón Salvador. But sometimes we need more than just a good meal. Sometimes we need to feel loved. And that’s also when we go to Mesón Salvador.

San Geraldo has been spending his days doing research. He loves it but it can be exhausting.

I spent 2-1/2 hours in the orthodontist’s chair Tuesday morning. The attachments on my teeth are gone, which means I no longer have to wear my Invisalign braces. Yay. However, I now have metal and wire attached to six bottom teeth and could be wearing that for anywhere from 1 to 3 months. And, given my orthodontist’s track record — 18 to 20 months has turned into 3 years, so far; my 2-1/2-hour appointment Tuesday was supposed to be 40 minutes; she’s never on time; and the metal and wire attached to six teeth was supposed to be attached to four teeth — 1 to 3 months will probably be 6.

By evening my mouth was really sore. We needed our family at Mesón Salvador. And I ate soft food! Here are photos of some of our recent experiences, including Tuesday night.

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CUANDO QUEREMOS UNA buena comida, por supuesto, vamos a Mesón Salvador. Pero a veces necesitamos más que una buena comida. A veces necesitamos sentirnos amados. Y eso también es cuando vamos a Mesón Salvador.

San Geraldo ha pasado sus días investigando. Le encanta pero puede ser agotador.

Pasé 2 1/2 horas en la silla del ortodoncista el martes por la mañana. Los accesorios en mis dientes se han ido, lo que significa que ya no tengo que usar mis frenillos Invisalign. Estupendo. Sin embargo, ahora tengo metal y alambre conectado a seis dientes inferiores y podría usarlo durante 1 a 3 meses. Y, dado el historial de mi ortodoncista — 18 a 20 meses se han convertido en 3 años, hasta ahora; mi cita de dos horas y media el martes debía ser de 40 minutos; ella nunca llega a tiempo; y se suponía que el metal y el alambre unidos a seis dientes se unían a cuatro dientes — de 1 a 3 meses probablemente serán 6.

Al anochecer mi boca estaba realmente adolorida. Necesitábamos a nuestra familia en Mesón Salvador. ¡Y comí comida blanda! Aquí hay fotos de algunas de nuestras experiencias recientes, incluida la noche del martes.

Paella for lunch Saturday.
El almuerzo del sábado, paella.
We’re famous! We’re there almost every morning and we even have our own key on the point-of-sale system for “Mitchell y Gerry” (two cafés con leche, with or without ice.)
¡Somos famosos! Estamos allí casi todas las mañanas e incluso tenemos nuestra propia clave en la sistema de punto de venta para “Mitchell y Gerry” (dos cafés con leche, con o sin hielo).
Bacalao with Rosemary one night.
Bacalao a romero una noche.
Tropical salad one afternoon.
Ensalada tropical una tarde.

Angel photobombed San Geraldo’s dinner Tuesday night.

Foto bomba por Angel de la cena de San Geraldo el martes por la noche.

SG’s steak, without Angel.
La ternera de SG, sin Angel.
Angel is no angel.
Angel no es un angel.
My gentle-on-the-lips-and-gums meatballs in traditional almond sauce. And that’s my glass of Zumbral (Málaga sweet wine), my special treat to myself Tuesday night.
Mis albóndigas en salsa de almendras tradicional, suaves con los labios y las encías. Y esa es mi copa de Zumbral (vino dulce de Málaga), mi regalo especial para mí el martes por la noche.
Fresh from the oven Tuesday night. Milhojas. Layer upon layer of flakey pastry and exquisite cream filling.
Recién salido del horno el martes por la noche. Milhojas relleno de crema. ¡Exquisito!

Sergio’s The Thinker.
Not by Rodin, but still a masterpiece.

Sergio, El Pensador (no de Rodin pero sigue siendo una obra maestra).

With Lolo. He calls me “My Love.” I call him Lolo.

Con Lolo. Él me llama “My Love.” Yo lo llamo “Lolo.”

San Geraldo with Sergio, Lolo, and Angel.
San Geraldo con Sergio, Lolo, y Angel.

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Kind of a Drag (Queen) / Una Especia de Drag (Queen)

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IN 2008, WHILE we were living in Las Vegas, we went with San Geraldo’s sister Linda, her husband Tom, and two cousins who were visiting from Norway to see Cirque du Soleil’s new production of “Love” (the Beatles). One of the songs performed was “Lady Madonna” and the character was costumed to appear about 6 months pregnant. After the show, when we were waiting at valet for our car, San Geraldo commented that the pregnant woman could really move.

I said, “Jerry, she’s not really pregnant. It’s a fake belly made of silicone.”

“It is not!” he insisted.

“Jerry, what are they going to do, hire a new six-months-pregnant dancer every month?”

And then Linda (remember, she IS his sister), the voice of reason (?), spoke up. “No, she really is pregnant. I have her picture in the program!”

You’ll understand why I thought of this when you read the story under the last photo in this series from Torremolinos Gay Pride 2019.

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EN 2008, MIENTRAS vivíamos en Las Vegas, fuimos con Linda, una hermana de San Geraldo; su marido, Tom; y dos primas que estaban visitando desde Noruega para ver la nueva producción de “Love” (los Beatles) del Cirque du Soleil. Una de las canciones interpretadas fue “Lady Madonna” y el personaje estaba disfrazado para aparecer con aproximadamente 6 meses de embarazo. Después del espectáculo, cuando estábamos esperando nuestro coche, San Geraldo comentó que la mujer embarazada realmente podía moverse.

Le dije: “Jerry, ella no está realmente embarazada. Es un vientre falso hecho de silicona”.

“¡No lo es!” insistió.

“Jerry, ¿qué van a hacer, contratar a una bailarina embarazada de seis meses … cada mes?”

Y entonces Linda (recuerda, ella ES su hermana) — la voz de la razón (?) — habló. “No, ella realmente está embarazada. ¡Tengo la foto en el programa!”

Comprenderás por qué pensé en esto cuando leíste la historia en la última foto de esta serie de Torremolinos Gay Pride 2019.

“Jerry,” I told him, “those were not REAL BREASTS.” “But she was wearing PASTIES!” he argued.
“Jerry,” le dije, “esos no eran PECHOS REALES”. “¡Pero ella estába usando PEZONERAS!” argumentó él.

VD is for Everybody / VD es Para Todos

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LAST NIGHT’S VALENTINE’S dinner at Mesón Salvador was beyond compare. Chef David outdid himself and the entire staff once again seemed to have as good a time as their guests. The theme was the romance of Venice and the team dressed as gondoliers. They even grew mustaches for the occasion (which were already shaved off this morning). Waiter Jaime is fluent in Italian (as well as Spanish and English), so he added another level of authenticity… and charm.

LA CENA DE San Valentín de anoche en Mesón Salvador fue incomparable. El chef David se superó a sí mismo y, una vez más, todo el personal parecía tener tan buen momento como sus invitados. El tema fue el romance de Venecia y el equipo vestido como gondoleros. Incluso cultivaron bigotes para la ocasión (que ya se habían afeitado esta mañana). El camarero Jaime habla con fluidez el italiano (además del español y el inglés), por lo que agregó otro nivel de autenticidad … y encanto.

Photo courtesty of Mesón Salvador. / Foto cortesía de Mesón Salvador.
Salad of Passion:
BUFFALO MOZZARELLA, MANGO, STRAWBERRIES, ARUGULA, RED PESTO VINAIGRETTE.
Bombons of Lust:
FOIE CROQUETTES WITH PEAR AND MÁLAGA WINE SAUCE.
The Trip is a Pleasure:
ROSADA MACERATED IN SOY WITH QUINOA RISOTTO.
For An Unforgettable Night:
PIG CHEEKS IN PASTRY WITH CABRALES CHEESE.
The Sweetness of Love:
PANNA COTTA FILLED WITH CHOCOLATE, WITH WILD BERRIES.

El video es un anuncio de servicio público estadounidense de 1969. El nombre de la canción es “VD es para todos” que significa “Le Enfermedad Venérea es Para Todos” y “VD” es taquigrafía para el día de san valentín (Valentine’s Day).

A Couple Of Feet

So, the 36th anniversary of the death of Big Sister Dale has passed. San Geraldo honored her by buying a box of “galletas de rellena de naranja” (soft biscuits filled with orange jam and covered in chocolate). Dale introduced me to these in 1970. She usually bought Pim’s brand, but this Spanish version brought back the sweet memories just the same.

WE FINISHED THEM OFF IN ONE SITTING… JUST AS DALE WOULD HAVE DONE.
1954: LOOK AT MY EYES! MY REACTION TO THOSE CUSTOM FABRICS, PERHAPS?
OR MAYBE JUST MY SHOCK AT MISPLACING MY FEET.

Speaking of misplaced feet: Once Dale hit her teens, she began to train me in some basic social skills. For about a week before any party — wedding, bar mitzvah, school event — she’d drag me into her room every night, turn on her record player, and [try to] teach me to dance. The results weren’t exceptional but the lessons were a joy.

Dale taught me dancing in a hurry…

The Love Boat

SUMMER ’73: LIKE A FINE WINE,
I HOPE. BETTER WITH AGE.

In a recent conversation with an acquaintance, I was disappointed to learn how he really thinks. He said ignorant things about a particular group of fellow human beings. I told him politely that I didn’t agree. I then told him why.

He did an about-face and said that people should be allowed to live their lives as they want but he then began disparaging another group. I again politely voiced my disagreement and the subject was changed. After a while, I left feeling annoyed, resentful, and angry.

I won’t share the details. You have your own “Nasties” in your life and don’t need to be hurt by mine.

Some people are brilliant at sniping and venting comically on their blogs. It helps them get it out of their systems. It doesn’t work that way for me. I just get more angry, aggravated, and depressed.

So all I really want to tell you is no matter what difficulties or times of sadness I share with you, the stories will always be accompanied by love, humor, gratitude, and respect. I simply hope your visits here make your days a bit better. Welcome [back] to The Love Blog.

An open smile on a friendly shore…