An Aura of Saintliness

We had a brilliant New Year’s Eve with friends that would make anyone grateful. More on all that is still to come in a day or two. Here are some photos from Thursday night lights and dinner in Málaga. We hoped to catch the holiday light show at 9:00. We waited among the crowd until 9:20 and it still hadn’t begun. So we left to catch our 9:30 dinner reservation at El Meson de Cervantes.

MY EXQUISITELY DELICIOUS MOJITO.
MY TWO EXQUISITELY DELICIOUS MOJITOS.
(THE ONE AT LEFT BEGAN AS SAN GERALDO’S
EXQUISITELY DELICIOUS MOJITO.)
SECRETO IBERICO (PORK), BAKED PUMPKIN, AND PINEAPPLE MARMALADE;
CARILLADA (PORK) IN A CHOCOLATE SAUCE;
CHOCOLATE MOUSSE WITH RED BERRIES;
WARM APPLE TART.

The first time I saw San Geraldo (in 1981) was in Boston on a Sunday afternoon at a bar called Chaps. He was standing across the room from me and I could swear he was levitating and surrounded by a heavenly light.

The reality:
The grandson of kings was standing on a platform. Behind him were the pinball machines. Their electric lights provided the glow. I prefer my initial version better.


Most people who know San Geraldo say I’m the saint. Whether that’s true or not (and if you lived with San Geraldo for a minute, you would say it’s true) he really does make the world glow brighter.

THE CROWD AWAITS THE LIGHT SHOW.
STANDING OUT IN THE CROWD,
SAN GERALDO AND JUDYSHANNONSTREETWHAT.
JUDY NOTED IT WAS ALL ABOUT SAN GERALDO.

“Baby, I can feel your halo.”