A Delightful Day and the Dentist

A while back, San Geraldo and I met another American in Sevilla who gave us the name of a dentist who speaks English. When we finally came around to making our appointments, however, we discovered he didn't participate in our insurance plan, so I instead phoned the dental center run by our insurance company and asked if they had any dentists who speak English. "Oh, yes," was the response. I made two appointments with that dentist and we taxied over there today.

CROSSING THE SAN TELMO BRIDGE INTO TRIANA AND LOS REMEDIOS.

Like the medical center run by Sanitas, the dental center is beautiful, modern, high-end, and very pleasant. We checked in and filled out our patient information forms. They were in Spanish. San Geraldo began to try to translate but finally gave up. I started to just feed him the answers. When he got to question 14, "Women: Are you pregnant?" I forgot he was no longer reading along and I told him the answer to that one was "no." He marked "no." Oops. San Geraldo hates going to the dentist, but he behaved himself fairly well in the waiting room.

LOOKING BACK ACROSS THE RIVER GUADALQUIVIR.
(TOWER OF GOLD, CENTER.)

When the dentist was ready, San Geraldo went first (because if I had gone first, there was a good possibility he would have run out the door). Unfortunately, this dentist did not in fact speak English. (Maybe the other one was out today.) San Geraldo had no idea, most of the time, what he was being asked. He told me he had answered some of the questions anyway with what he thought would be good answers. When it was my turn, the dentist congratulated me on the new baby. (Not really, but he did ask me for clarification on what he had asked San Geraldo.) We were both told our mouths were perfect (ha! I've been told sometimes I have a "smart mouth" or a "dirty mouth," but never a perfect mouth) and we go back next week to have our teeth cleaned.

TEX-MEX NACHOS AT PHOENIX PUB. OUR REWARD FOR A GOOD VISIT WITH THE DENTIST.

QUESADILLA, SPANISH STYLE.

The office is in the neighborhoods of Triana/Los Remedios and Albert had recently told me about a great restaurant on Plaza de Cuba. It's an Irish pub with Spanish, Irish, American and Tex-Mex on the menu. Since Albert has never steered us wrong, we thought we'd give it a try. Great nachos. My quesadilla (my first quesadilla in Spain) was also very good. I got one with Iberian ham and cheese, to give my Tex-Mex experience a Spanish twist. The cheese inside was delicious. The cheese on top looked like Velveeta (which we recently tried to describe to Teré), but it had a stronger cheddar taste. We sat outside in the beautiful sunshine and relaxed before our walk home.

I wonder if we should start considering names for the baby. Nacho comes to mind.

JUST PAST THE JEREZ GATE HEADING TOWARD AVENIDA DE LA CONSTITUCIÓN.

ON THE AVENUE, WITH THE CATHEDRAL IN THE BACKGROUND.