Sky Bar

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A FRIEND FROM Oslo is traveling around Southern Spain with her son and grandson and we had the pleasure of seeing them Wednesday evening. A good friend here had heard about a new bar in Fuengirola atop the Hotel El Puerto, part of a chain called Sky Bar. An acquaintance was there just last week and told us it was glorious with breathtaking views up and down the coast. We asked if it was also a restaurant and she said it was. The restaurant area has canvas sun shades, so it’s very pleasant, she explained. We asked if it was formal and she said, not too formal. She showed us photos of a magnificent sunset. A swimming pool was visible. She said that, yes, you do walk around the pool to get to the restaurant. So, that’s where we went for a meal.

Well, it’s a pool bar. On the 10th floor of a separate tower of the 16-floor hotel. The view was nice, but didn’t reach over the mountains in any direction. There were few tables that might accommodate an actual meal, so I asked the bartender if there was a restaurant possibly around a corner. Oh, no, but they had a bar menu if that would do for us. We could get pizzas, a few sandwiches, and even nachos. The canvas barely shaded the seating area and, since the sun was lowering in the sky, it shown straight across the table. The staff were friendly. The nachos sucked, but the pre-made pizzas were surprisingly good, as were the sandwiches — even if they were all served in take-away boxes. I was concerned we were too casual in our shorts and T-shirts, but we were among the very few fully clothed guests, so we were decidedly not underdressed. A nice place to have a drink. In future, we’ll take our acquaintance’s recommendations with a grain of salt (possibly on a margarita).

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UNA AMIGA DE Oslo viaja por el sur de España con su hijo y su nieto y tuvimos el placer de verlos el miércoles por la noche. Una buena amiga había oído hablar de un nuevo bar en Fuengirola en la cima del Hotel El Puerto, un bar de una cadena llamada Sky Bar. Una conocida estuvo allí la semana pasada y nos dijo que era glorioso con vistas impresionantes de toda la costa. Preguntamos si también era un restaurante y ella dijo que sí. La zona del restaurante tiene sombrillas de lona, por lo que es muy agradable, explicó. Le preguntamos si era formal y ella dijo, no demasiado formal. Nos mostró fotos de una magnífica puesta de sol. Una piscina era visible. Ella dijo que sí, camina alrededor de la piscina para llegar al restaurante. Entonces, ahí es donde fuimos a comer.

Bueno, es un bar de la piscina. En el piso 10 de una torre separada del hotel de 16 pisos. La vista era agradable, pero no llegaba a las montañas en ninguna dirección. Había pocas mesas que podrían acomodar una comida real, así que le pregunté al camarero si había un restaurante posiblemente en una esquina. Oh, no, pero tenían un menú de bar si eso nos vendría bien. Podríamos conseguir pizzas, unos cuantos sándwiches, e incluso nachos. El lienzo apenas sombreaba la zona de asientos y, como el sol estaba bajando en el cielo, se veía directamente a través de la mesa. El personal era amable. Los nachos eran horribles, pero las pizzas preparadas eran sorprendentemente buenas, al igual que los sándwiches, incluso si todos se servían en cajas para llevar. Me preocupaba que fuésemos demasiado informales con nuestros pantalones cortos y camisetas, pero estábamos entre los pocos invitados completamente vestidos, por lo que decididamente no estábamos mal vestidos. Un buen lugar para tomar una copa. En el futuro, tomaremos las recomendaciones de nuestra conocida con un grano de sal (posiblemente en una margarita).

Walking to Sky Bar. Cuttlefish and sardines. / Caminando a Sky Bar. Sepia y sardinas.
Walking home. / Caminando a casa.

A Den Of Iniquity

When we arrived home from the gym Saturday evening, the sun was setting in the west (it does that here in Spain). San Geraldo looked out a hall window and asked, “Is that a fake statue on top of that building?”

I decided to be of little to no help.

“A fake statue?” I asked. “As opposed to a real statue?”

“Yes. Over there. Is that a fake statue?”

“Wow. I’m sorry. It’s hard for me to tell from here if it’s a fake one. Or a real one,” I said.

“The one right below the antenna?” he continued. ” Or, wait. Is it a dish?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s a satellite dish,” I replied. “As opposed to a fake statue.”

I did realise that by fake statue he meant one of those plastic owls intended to scare pigeons away. (The Dowager Duchess had one on her balcony for a short time. She got rid of it after the pigeons covered it in poop.)

As we entered the apartment, I said, “You know, I’m not even sure if that was a real satellite dish or only a fake one.”

“What?”

“You know, the dish you thought was a fake statue.”

He noticed my smirk and finally caught on. “Oh. I guess it wouldn’t be a fake statue, would it.”

He then walked into his office/den. Musy followed.

As usual, San Geraldo’s office was (and is) a mess. He apologized to Musy (who had to navigate through the clothes, shoes, books, and papers on the floor.

 “Musy,” he said, “I’m sorry for this den of inequity.”

“Iniquity,” I muttered.

“What?”

“There’s nothing inequitable about that mess.”

And to think this is his first language.