We were back at Málaga’s Foreigners Office today and our paperwork was accepted. Now we wait for approval, go back with new photos, and then wait another month or so for our new cards. San Geraldo hasn’t stopped thanking me for finding the old passports, which made the application process so easy. I’m embarrassed to take credit for making things so easy when I’m the one who tossed the old passports in a box and forgot about them, making things stressful in the first place. The fault was mine. San Geraldo is very kind.
It’s All About Dudo
San Geraldo has been planting plants and straightening up the terrace. So, garden tools, ornaments and furniture are sitting in some odd spots until his work is done. Moose loves to settle amid detritus wherever he finds it. Files stacked on the bed in San Geraldo’s Office? A perfect head rest. Sheet music on the floor by the piano? A bed. Clothes dropped on the floor? Another bed. A towel? The perfect cushion.
So Moose decided to join a few items left on a chaise lounge. He looked kind of cute, so I grabbed my camera to get some shoots from the bedroom window. Dudo, who had been following me around, had other ideas.
“HIM? WOULDN’T YOU RATHER LOOK AT ME?”
“NO, REALLY, I’M RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!”
“ME. ME. ME!”
“I CAN FILL THE ENTIRE FRAME NO MATTER WHERE YOU MOVE.”
I went through a box of miscellaneous stuff in my office and found our old passports! I have no idea why the US Embassy mailed them directly to that box. OK, I apologize for saying we never received them. Anyway, San Geraldo will make copies of our old passports and we can head back this week to complete the process. What a relief! Coming up with other documentation was turning into a major problem.
Hot Style at the Beach
I was walking on the beach the other day when I spotted someone in the distance who was exposing so much of his hind quarters that he needn’t have bothered wearing a bathing suit.
Major plumber’s crack (commonly referred to as builder’s bum in parts of Great Britain). It’s also called “hucha” in Spanish, which is the word for the slot in a piggy bank or vending machine.
Since, as you might remember, I enjoy sharing collected images of huchas (click here and here), I began snapping away. But when I zoomed in I was even more surprised by what I saw.
THE LATEST IN BEACH FASHION: THE SUIT WITH THE BUILT-IN HUCHA.
Truth be told, this is just a pocket belt to hold all the loot he finds while metal-detecting. But I’m much more entertained by my own version of reality.
Our experience at the Foreigners Office this morning was a pleasure. But we needed copies of our passports that expired last year and the US consulate did not return them when they sent us our new passports. So, now, in lieu of those passports, we have to go back within 10 days with documentation that shows we were living here for the seven months not covered between the last copy of our old passports and the start of our current passports — utility bills, monthly payments, etc. If we had our old passports, this would be a breeze. Now it’s just a bit of searching, downloading, and copying. The requirement is that, in our first 5 years here, we may not have been out of the country for more than 3 months at any one time or for a total of 10 months over the entire 5 years. We haven’t. Now we just have to document what’s missing. Still, I have tremendous appreciation for Málaga’s Oficina de Extranjeros! Even the security guards were kind and professional.
THE TOMB OF CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS
IN SEVILLA CATHEDRAL.
Colomares Castle in Benalmádena was begun in 1987 and completed in 1994. It was built by a retired American, Esteban Martín Martín, to honor Christopher Columbus.
Martín claimed to be disappointed by the lack of homage paid to Columbus.
I wonder, did he not read his history books?
I had never heard of the castle and discovered it (kind of like Columbus discovered America), when admiring the view from up above in Benalmádena Pueblo. It wasn’t until I got home that I learned what it actually was.
Promoters of the castle claim that it contains the Guinness Book of World Records’ smallest church. The church is said to be 1.96 square meters (6.43 square feet). However, I cannot substantiate their claim anywhere other than in information provided by the promoters of Colomares Castle.
Alongside what is probably not the world’s smallest church is an empty mausoleum in which, I’ve read, Martín hoped Columbus’s remains would one day be re-laid to rest. Not likely.
In addition to his apparent adoration of Columbus, Martín was a huge admirer of the late Spanish dictator Francisco Franco. I don’t think I’ll be investing my 2 euros to visit this castle (of which you can only see the exterior).
MY FIRST SIGHTING. WHAT IS THAT?
WORKING MY WAY AROUND FOR A MORE COMPLETE VIEW.
THIS IS PROBABLY AS CLOSE AS I’LL EVER GET. (UNLESS I GET A BETTER ZOOM LENS.)