La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.

WE’RE NOT GOING OUT FOR dinner very often for a variety of reasons, the primary ones being covid-19 and more people in town. But we’ve been missing meals at Mesón Salvador, so last night was the night. The terrace was full, but inside was quiet and we were able to relax and enjoy ourselves.

I love all the varieties of olives served by Mesón Salvador. Since San Geraldo hates olives — and, believe me, he’s tried — I finished off the bowl by myself. I got into olives when I was at university. I was over 6 feet tall (183 cm) and weighed 130 pounds (59 kilos). I read there were 25 calories in each olive, so I kept a huge jar in the refrigerator and popped them at random. By the time I graduated 4-1/2 years later, I weighed 145 pounds (66 kilos), although I don’t think it had anything to do with the olives.

But back to Mesón Salvador, all 175 pounds (79 kilos) of me had a glass of Ribera wine and San Geraldo and I shared a dish of lightly fried cod. We had never ordered it before and it’s clearly going to become a new standard. For main course, San Geraldo had avocado salad with prawns and I had meatballs in traditional almond sauce. We came home happy.

We’ve never been to Finland and were surprised the first time we came to Fuengirola from Sevilla and we went to Mesón Salvador and saw menus in Spanish, English, and Finnish. I’ve been told Fuengirola has the largest Finnish population outside of Finland, but I just did some more digging and I think it’s the second largest Finnish population, after Sweden. And that doesn’t include Finns who became citizens of other countries. I would love to learn the language, but it requires you to sometimes take a breath mid-word, and that seems like an awful lot of trouble. Finnish words can be formed from multiples of other Finnish words.

For example: Lentokonesuihkuturbiinimoottoriapumekaanikkoaliupseerioppilas means, roughly, “airplane jet turbine engine auxiliary mechanic non-commissioned officer student.” Our dear friend Lulu is Finnish and I’m curious to know if she’s familiar with this word, or if she can say it in one breath.

In case you’re interested, I’ve included the Finnish versions of the menu items. We finished (groan) our night with a stunning orange moon, which if Google Translator is correct, was in Finland a kaunis oranssi kuu.

By the way, olives are easy: Oliivit.


NO SALIMOS A CENAR MUY menudo por una variedad de razones, las principales son covid-19 y más personas en la ciudad. Pero nos hemos estado perdiendo comidas en Mesón Salvador, así que anoche fuimos. La terraza estaba llena, pero por dentro era tranquila y pudimos relajarnos y disfrutar.

Me encantan todas las variedades de aceitunas que sirve Mesón Salvador. Como San Geraldo odia las aceitunas — y, créanme, lo ha intentado — terminé el cuenco yo solo. Me metí en las aceitunas cuando estaba en la universidad. Tenía más de 183 cm (6 pies) de altura y pesaba 59 kilos (130 libras). Leí que había 25 calorías en cada aceituna, así que mantuve un frasco enorme en el refrigerador y las abrí al azar. Cuando me gradué 4-1/2 años después, pesaba 66 kilos (145 libras), aunque no creo que tuviera nada que ver con las aceitunas.

Pero volviendo a Mesón Salvador, mis 79 kilos (175 libras) tenían una copa de vino Ribera y San Geraldo y compartí un plato de bacalao ligeramente frito. Nunca lo habíamos pedido antes y claramente se convertirá en un nuevo estándar. Como plato principal, San Geraldo tenía ensalada de aguacate con langostinos y yo tenía albóndigas en salsa de almendras tradicional. Llegamos a casa felices.

Nunca hemos estado en Finlandia y nos sorprendió la primera vez que estuvimos en Fuengirola de Sevilla y fuimos a Mesón Salvador y vimos menús en español, inglés, y finlandés. Me han dicho que Fuengirola tiene la mayor población finlandesa fuera de Finlandia, pero acabo de cavar un poco más y creo que es la segunda mayor población finlandesa, después de Suecia. Y eso no incluye a los finlandeses que se convirtieron en ciudadanos de otros países. Me encantaría aprender el idioma, pero a veces es necesario respirar a mitad de la palabra, y eso parece ser un gran problema. Las palabras finlandesas se pueden formar a partir de múltiples palabras finlandesas.

Por ejemplo: Lentokonesuihkuturbiinimoottoriapumekaanikkoaliupseerioppilas significa, aproximadamente, “estudiante de suboficial mecánico de motor de turbina a reacción de avión auxiliar”. Our dear friend Lulu is Finnish and I’m curious if she is familiar with this word, or if she can say it in one breath.

En caso de que estés interesado, he incluido las versiones finlandesas de los elementos del menú. Terminamos nuestra noche con una hermosa luna naranja, que si Google Translator está en lo correcto, era en Finlandia un kaunis oranssi kuu.

Por cierto, las aceitunas son fáciles: Oliivit.

Men by the glass (David and Angel).
Hombres por copa (David y Angel).
Miehet lasin kohdalla (David ya Angel).
Bacalao frito.
Fried cod fish.
Uppopaisetettua turskaa.
Aguacate con gambas.
Avocado and prawns.
Katkarapu-ja avokaado salaatti.
Albóndigas caseras en salsa de almendras.
Home-made meatballs with almond sauce.
Kotitehdht lihapullat.

Whatever Happened To Class?

Málaga’s main train station (Estación de Málaga Maria Zambrano; click to learn about her) is a great place to spend some time. It’s the main train station in the center of the city used for travel all over Spain and to other points in Europe, as well as a stop for the commuter trains. There are gourmet kiosks and specialty shops in the main area, plus a very nice shopping mall that includes a great choice of restaurants and cafés.

This time around, on our way to Sevilla, we noticed a new olive market. Fresh olives of every shape and size. Unfortunately, my photo wasn’t pleasantly timed. The salesperson was on her mobile phone as she worked. A woman walked over and said in Spanish, “I want a taste,” as she reached over the glass, dipped her fingers in one of the tubs and scooped out an olive. She licked her fingers and walked away leaving me, the salesperson, and the woman on a nearby bench in stunned silence.

I didn’t buy any olives.

(Click the images for a closer look at what I witnessed.)


Ain’t there no decency left?