More-Moorish Doors. Some more of my favorite doors in the Moorish District of Frigiliana (see other recent posts).
Click the picture for a grand entrance (or 11).
The [Other] Doors
Living here in Fuengirola, a small-ish city (population 75,000) on the beach in Southern Spain, I sometimes miss out on the latest cool fashion trends of the big cities.
So, one nice thing about spending time in Brooklyn (at 2.6 million, the largest of the five boroughs of New York City) and seeing the style of the people who live along the beach there is that … well …
… I’m not really missing anything at all.
Yes, it’s still summer here on the Costa Del Sol. I was sloth-like Monday and Tuesday afternoon, so decided to go for a long walk Wednesday. But I forgot to wear my new cap.
So, I walked along the beach for about 15 minutes before turning into town where I could shelter at times in the shade of the buildings. The shade led me to Bioparc Fuengirola (the zoo), so I headed inside figuring I would continue to find shade under the lush vegetation. Of course, I found so much more. And most of the animals were finding ways to relax and cool off as well.
(Please, click the pics. You’ll be glad you did.)
|I’VE NEVER SEEN ONE OF THE “HOOFED” ANIMALS GET INTO THE WATER.|
|THE KOMODO DRAGON WAS A SLOTH.|
|SPEAKING OF SLOTHS, THAT’S PEREZOSO IN SPANISH.
I’M SO IMPRESSED WITH MY EXPANDING VOCABULARY!
AND THE IDIOT TRUMP THINKS HE HAS “A LOT OF WORDS.”
|PARADISE IN THE HEART OF FUENGIROLA.|
|THE ORANGUTAN (ORANGUTÁN IN SPANISH) IMAGES
ARE NOT GREAT BUT AREN’T YOU IN LOVE NOW, TOO?
|WELL-SCHOOLED: LIKE THE “HOOFED” ANIMAL,
THE FISH DECIDED TO COOL OFF IN THE WATER, AS WELL.
As Carole King wrote, “My life has been a tapestry…” And, although, the patterns of my life haven’t always been harmonious, they at least continue to be interesting.
(Click the images to experience the symphony of colours and patterns here in Fuengirola on the Costa del Sol this month.)
Interestingly, I don’t see as much of this in summer when the town is mostly Spanish. (I just thought I’d mention that.)
|AND SOMETHING ELSE.|
Just what is it they’re here for and, more importantly, where ought they go?
And, yes, I know this isn’t actually an example of tapestry but I don’t know any songs [that I like] about patchwork quilts.
I move often. It could be that I’m always running away from something or that I’m always running to something. But, since I’ve been with my partner (now husband) Jerry for 29 years, and we have been running away from or to something together for all that time, I suppose it doesn’t really matter. We move often and we like to move.
Of course, that’s not to say we don’t find moving stressful. We just find staying in one place worse.
So, we’re getting ready for another move. A big one this time. In the spring of 2011, we will leave Southern California and head to Southern Spain.
And, although we’ve done lots of homework, planning, and 16-page spreadsheets in preparation for the big move, this post is another first step for me on that trip.