Tue 17.Feb.2015
Nerja, Andalucia, Spain
I now have a titanium pin in my upper jaw, waiting for a crown to be set
on top of
it. Or on the bottom; it is an upper tooth, and so points downward. I am
slogging through a week's worth of antibiotics until the stitches get removed
from the gums this Thursday. I hope the rest goes quickly after that. A week
later I am supposed to fly home from Madrid.
Meanwhile, another winter week on the Costa del Sol.
A clinic with a curious logo.
Despite the reputation of the 1960's, my experience was that this kind of social
activity was more a thing of the 70's. And I don't recall anybody who
even claimed to live up to 24 Hours
Does anybody who is demographically qualified - so to speak - 'fess up to
remembering these kind of parties? Which would embarass you more to admit,
remembering or not remembering?
Bear in mind the Fundamental Internet Privacy Policy:
If it is private,
don't post it!
One of my first days here, the weather threatened rain, so I shelled out the
euros for a good, large umbrella. It worked! The rain didn't come, and even the
threat went away for a week or so. I've had only one rainy day so far, and even
that was intermittent. And I got a half-dozen kind of neat pictures out
of it.
Not too shabby for February in Europe! The high temperature has been in the
high teens Celsius for the last few days - today must have hit 20 (68 Fahrenheit)!
Betcha they do the boogie up there!
Carneval
Saturday was the pre-lenten Carneval parade here in Nerja. They celebrate
the occasion with an exuberant costume parade. And where did the parade route
go?
Right under my little hotel room balcony, that's where!
Drummers, musicians, dancers, floats, elaborate colorful costumes of every
description! A joyful noise if ever there were one! If my "box seat" had had an
actual place to sit, and been a bit warmer, I'd have had nothing left to wish for.
The whole shebang took an hour and a half to process past my balcony. Half an
hour later, on my way down to the Balcony of Europe plaza to sup on tapas,
I caught up with the tail of the parade! Got to watch some of it a second time
from my seat on a cafe terrace.
A hoot and a half, and I'm grateful I lucked in to being in the right time
and place for it!