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I post Tinism’s on my Twitter account and have started to keep a log here as well. 2012 Jul 14 Tinism: “Mom, can we ride a whale for my birthday?” Jul 14 Tinism: “Mom, do musicians nap?” Jul 9 Tinism: How much is money? Jul 3 Tinism: “Mom, my new band name is Combo-sation. You got it?” Jul 1 Tinism: Tin: Guantanamera is a Puerto Rican song.” Mom: No, it’s Cuban. Tin: You don’t know,…
I’m sitting here listening to an elderly Spaniard tell her grandson to walk slower – the narrow streets of Cadiz are not for the weak. Around here grandmothers are the daycare industry. Back home in New Orleans the annual running with the bulls is happening in the French Quarter, only the bulls are gals on roller skates. There never ceases to be an ironic moment in my life. Photo courtesy of Grand Housesitter Ed Johnson:
Tin and I left for Zahara by bus yesterday from Cadiz for a repast on the beach with friends but judging by the way our friends relax, I’d say it was more of a fun in the sun till you drop sort of trip. Along the way, we saw the fields of sunflowers, the bulls grazing on the golden grass of Andalusia, the windmills that forever remind me of Cervantes despite their steel grey color…
We, who live in New Orleans, make fun of our politicians as ongoing dinner conversation and entertainment, and lately with the way our congress, senate and presidential candidates have behaved, we have a full course meal of conversation and jokes. But really I must say that nothing tops what happened here in Spain the other day during a presentation of tough new austerity measures at the Spanish parliament where specifically unemployment benefits were cut to…
Do you know a friend in Spain is selling an apartment at a loss just to get out of it and yet when her buyers approached the bank for a loan, instead of helping her buy it, they offered her all of their properties that they have foreclosed on instead. Que tonteria. Which means, WTF? here in Spain.
I always had wandering my blood – a wandering Jew that I inherited from my father’s almost gypsy blood. Don’t know if it is because he was born to Sephardic parents from Turkey who gave birth to him Cuba and then he came to the U.S. or what. Inherited or not, I got it. I wanted to live in Spain where my ancestors hailed from, then I wanted to live in Istanbul where my grandparents…
To copy a headline from a friend’s food blog – here is the Grand Market in Cadiz today (and every day):
We are staying on Benjumeda Street, which is in the center of Cadiz and flanking us on all sides are plazas. San Antonio is a breath away, Fragella a few blocks, Mina down the street, and Mentidero is down the block. We strolled over to Plaza Mentidero yesterday for a goodbye lunch with Alejandro who left by train early evening. This plaza has more of a working class feel than most of the other ones…
So before we left New Orleans, my friend Lara Lester gave me a massage for free – not just any massage mind you but a deep in the hip joint get it all loosey goosey type of massage that is still being felt so many miles away. She also gave me some head decorations and a tip to wear my party panties whenever possible. But wait there’s more – she also gave me (us) mustaches…
On the topic of riches, it’s amazing to me that the more I move away from the life I had known, the more the life that opens up is filled with abundance. Take for instance, the fact that going away from our four legged family members has always been such an issue – trying to find that right person who will care for your pets the way you do, who doesn’t cost more than what…