Lucky, Lucky Me?

I took a long walk on the beach Monday and, as I strolled, I thought I’d pick up perhaps four pieces of sea glass to add to my collection. I was thinking about the standard colours I always find: light green, dark green, brown, and clear (frosted). I haven’t come across another piece of yellow sea glass since I dropped one a few minutes after I discovered it (click here).

(Click any image. If you get as excited as I did, you just might [almost, nearly, but not quite] pee yourself.)

Everywhere I looked were beautiful translucent shells in a multitude of colours. These shells are always to be found here, but never have I seen them in this quantity and in such variety. I had already found my four pieces of glass and decided to start another collection.

After carefully pocketing my new treasures, I noticed one more bit of gold shining in the wet sand just beyond the shoreline. I bent down and discovered it was a piece of glass. Yellow glass! I placed it deep in my other pocket and it actually made it home with me. Simple pleasures are definitely the best.

How’d I get so lucky?

He’s A Very Nice Prince

OUR KEY TO THE PALACE.

We had some bank business to resolve, so were back in Sevilla Tuesday through Thursday. San Geraldo (my prince) decided we deserved the royal treatment, so he booked us a room at a recently opened hotel in a former private palace. Wednesday night, we dined at a brand new restaurant in another former palace.

The hotel (Ateneo) is in our old neighbourhood and just opened in December.

The restaurant, La Quinta, is owned and run by our friends Gonzalo, Elena, and Albert and sits around the corner from their other restaurant (now four years old), Catalina Casa de Comidas (click here for an earlier blog post about Catalina).

Catalina was my favourite restaurant when we lived in Sevilla. Now, they’re both my favourite. If you’re ever in Sevilla, I encourage you to check out La Quinta (and Catalina Casa de Comidas). Beautiful places, comfortable and welcoming, exceptional and unusual food, and surprisingly affordable.

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THE ‘STOOP’ OF THE PALACE.
HOTEL BRUNCH, WHICH INCLUDED SPANISH SHERRIES,
CHAMPAGNE, AND TO-ORDER DISHES.
THE CENTRAL COURTYARD. (THIS AND THE NEXT PHOTO ARE FROM THE WEB.)
OUR ROOM. FINALLY, A BED WIDE ENOUGH FOR THE TWO OF US.
(THEY’VE ADDED A LOT OF ANCIENT ARTWORK TO THE WALLS.)
LA QUINTA, OUR DINNER PALACE.
ONE OF LA QUINTA’S MANY DINING ROOMS.
THE STEPS OF OUR PALACE AS WE HEADED UP TO BED.

Cádiz: One Last Look

Here is a final (for now) assortment of photos from Cádiz.

A NEW ELEVATED WALKWAY AND PARK.
CARMEN AND ELENA, POINTING OUT THE ROLLER-SKATE PARK
FOR SAN GERALDO, WHO LOVES TO SKATE.
GRAND VISTAS.
ONE OF MANY OLD AND GRACIOUS CITY PARKS.
SOME TREATMENT.
CHORISIA INSIGNIS TREE (SILK FLOSS TREE)
THE BIGGEST ONE I’VE EVER SEEN.
GOLI BEHIND BARS.
THE AUTHOR, BEHIND A WATERFALL.
A VIEW OF GIBRALTAR FROM THE HIGHWAY ON OUR WAY HOME.

Cádiz: Feeding Time

During our Sunday in Cádiz, we stopped for ‘treats’ once or twice (three times if you count the ice cream).

Having met Elena and her mother at 9 a.m., I hadn’t had time for my two cups of cafe con leche. So, by noon, I was in need of coffee and my mid-day snack.

Our first stop was at the Parador (these are high-end state-run hotels throughout Spain). The olives that arrived with out drinks were out of this world. Unfortunately, unlike the rest of the group who ordered beer, I had coffee. Olives and coffee? Not so good together. Then came a pork dish that was out of this world. We also had an excellent potato salad before moving on.

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EXCEPTIONAL OLIVES!
(EXCEPT WITH CAFE CON LECHE.)
CHICHARRONES DE CHICLANA? (EXCEPT I THINK I’VE GOT THIS WRONG!)
(ELENA WILL CORRECT ME AND I’LL FIX THIS.)
PICOS (IT MEANS “BEAKS”). AS COMMON AS BAR PRETZELS.
LIKE LITTLE BREADSTICKS (ONLY BETTER).

After walking some more, we stopped for lunch at the beach.

GOLI, FINDING SOME SHADE. 
PLAYING PARCHÍS ON THE BEACH BELOW. (PARCHEESI IN THE USA.)
TABLE GAMES ARE A COMMON SIGHT ON CÁDIZ BEACHES. 
SOME SUGGESTIONS… WE HAD THAT SPECIFIC SQUID. (SEE NEXT PHOTO.)
TORTILLITAS DE CAMARONES.
DELICIOUS PIMIENTOS.
THE VERY TALENTED CARMEN WITH A PEPPER.
SARDINES! WITH TAILS, HEADS, AND EYES.
I DIDN’T TOUCH THEM (BUT, THANKS JUST THE SAME).
First Carmen and then Elena demonstrate the proper (or improper) way to eat a pepper.

Cádiz: Cross Over The Bridge

Sunday, I drove to Cádiz (two hours away) with the Goddess Elena and Mother-of-the-Goddess-Elena to spend the day visiting with good friends of theirs, wandering the city, eating, walking, eating, walking, eating. You’ll get to see it all. So much to share!

Meanwhile, here’s a view of the bridge we didn’t cross because it’s not yet finished. The bridge is called La Pepa (also known as “the Second Bridge”). It crosses the Bay of Cádiz from the town of Puerto Real. The “First Bridge” of Cádiz, also known as Carranza Bridge, was built in 1969.

I look forward to crossing Puente La Pepa.

But, as San Geraldo once said, “I’ll burn that bridge when I come to it.”*

(Click any image to bridge the gap.)

PUENTE LA PEPA.
IT WILL BE THE LONGEST BRIDGE IN SPAIN.
THE PYLONS OF CÁDIZ (ELECTRICAL POWER).
CLICK HERE TO LEARN MORE.

Brother, cross over the bridge…

*For my non-native-English speaking readers (like San Geraldo?), the expressions are:
1.  I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
2.  Don’t burn your bridges.