Now that we live in Sevilla, we have learned that the appropriate greeting and farewell to friends (and sometimes acquaintances) is a kiss in the direction of a check. Not just one cheek. Both. When Jerry said good-bye to Margarita Saturday afternoon, he gave her Spanish kisses with a bit of a flourish. Margarita laughed (we seem to have that effect on her) and looked at me and said. "He's so snobby!"
We realized we had yet another thing to learn, so asked why his kisses defined him as snobby, and she explained that he didn't even touch her. His face was somewhere to the right and left of hers as he noisily kissed the air.
So, Jerry tried again. He held Margarita's shoulders and planted a kiss on each cheek. She laughed again.
"Well," she said, "That was like you were kissing granny! Come on, Jerry, somewhere in the middle!"
She explained that one SHOULD touch cheeks, but one should NOT touch lips to cheeks. If you don't touch cheeks, you're being a snob. If you touch lips to cheeks, you're kissing grandma.
Jerry gave it another try and was told he had perfected his Sevillano cheek-to-cheek air kiss.
PARKING, CHEEK TO CHEEK
We took a walk this afternoon in the beautiful sunshine and continuing heat. Granted, it is no longer 40C (104F). But 31C (88F) is still a bit too hot for hours of walking in the city... especially if you're Jerry. I must make it clear, however, that we are not complaining (much). This is a lot better than raw winds, incessant rain, or snow.
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| TODAY'S TREAT. HEAVEN FOR ME (HELL FOR JERRY). |
We stopped for tapasitas (not a meal, just a snack) at what turned out to be a low-end restaurant. The food was nothing to write home (or here) about. Except for the olives. I love olives. Jerry does not.
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| CALLE SOL (SUN STREET) AS IT MEETS PLAZA SAN ROMAN. |
After our tapasitas, while on our walk down one of Sevilla's charming streets, Calle Sol, we passed a temporarily parked car. The picture says it all.
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| KISSING THE WALL. SEVILLANO STYLE. |
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