Cruising / Crucero

La versión español está después de la versión inglés.

Old friends of San Geraldo’s from his university days (I’ve only known them about 35 years) have been cruising the Mediterranean on a small (90-passenger) ship with an overnight stay in Málaga. We were looking forward to seeing them again and were invited by the onboard hotel manager to join them for dinner Monday evening.

They had an unpredictable trip the previous days. Seas were rough and they were forced to skip some planned stops. But the sun was again shining and the seas were calm. Unfortunately things wouldn’t remain that way.

We received a text message mid-day explaining that the itinerary had changed again. Weather was threatening and they were going to be sailing away Monday afternoon. “How soon can you get here?” Cindy asked.

We hopped on the train and got there about a half hour before we had planned. We went onboard for drinks, complements of the hotel manager, had a wonderful visit with Cindy and Darius and two of their friends, and then were unceremoniously hustled off the ship (really, they were very gracious, but it was definitely a hustle) and we then watched the ship race out of port trying to stay ahead of the weather on its way to Cartagena.

It was a great glass of wine but it couldn’t compare to the lobster dinner I had been anticipating. Still, Darius and Cindy and their friends were worth it.

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VIEJOS AMIGOS DE San Geraldo de su época universitaria (solo los conozco desde hace unos 35 años) han estado navegando por el Mediterráneo en un pequeño crucero (90 pasajeros) con una estancia de una noche en Málaga. Estábamos deseando volver a verlos y el gerente del hotel a bordo nos invitó a cenar con ellos el lunes por la noche.

Tuvieron un viaje impredecible los días anteriores. El mar eran difíciles y se vieron obligados a saltear algunas paradas planificadas. Pero el sol brillaba de nuevo y el mar estaban en calma. Desafortunadamente las cosas no seguirían siendo así.

Recibimos un mensaje de texto a mediodía explicando que el itinerario había cambiado nuevamente. El tiempo era peligroso y iban a zarpar el lunes por la tarde. “¿Qué tan pronto puedes llegar aquí?” preguntó Cindy.

Subimos al tren y llegamos aproximadamente media hora antes de lo que habíamos planeado. Nos subimos a bordo para tomar una copa, los complementos del gerente del hotel, tuvimos una visita maravillosa con Cindy y Darius y dos de sus amigos, y luego fuimos empujados sin ceremonias fuera del barco (en realidad, fueron muy amables, pero definitivamente fue un ajetreo) y luego observamos cómo el barco salía del puerto tratando de mantenerse a la vanguardia del clima en su camino hacia Cartagena.

Fue un gran vaso de vino, pero no podía compararse con la cena de langosta que había estado anticipando. Aun así, Darius y Cindy y sus amigos valieron la pena.

[Zachary] Quinto Anniversary

Tuesday marked our five-year anniversary in Spain. Fifth is “Quinto” in Spanish. Our “quinto anniversario.” So, my apologies, Zachary Quinto really has nothing to do with it.

As for me, I’d prefer five years in Spain (or anywhere) with San Geraldo. When you’ve got San Geraldo, who needs Zachary Quinto? (No offense, Zach.)

We went out Tuesday night to our favorite place in Fuengirola, Meson Salvador, and had a celebratory dinner with our friends Tynan and Elena — two more reasons to be grateful for our lives in Spain.

Tuesday afternoon, I went for a long walk in the 39C (102F) heat. I’d tell you there was not a cloud in the sky on our anniversary, only that would be a lie.

There was A CLOUD in the sky. Exactly one. But it wasn’t around for long.


(Click for bigger pictures… except for Zachary Quinto.)

LOOKING EAST TOWARD HOME AT THAT CLOUD IN THE SKY.
THE PORT OF FUENGIROLA.
THE CLOUD BECOMING A MEMORY.
WEDNESDAY MORNING COFFEE ON THE BEACH WITH SAN GERALDO.
YEAR SIX, DAY ONE.