Resurrected...with fins.


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Bueno, bueno, the bitch is back with a basketful of chocolate coated eggs which can never turn into good looking babies (or rabbits, whichever you prefer) because he hasn´t got any ovaries at all.

While my third world countrymen in Filipinas basked and fried themselves under 45 degrees on the crystal clear beaches, I spat on the Spanish weather. It should be ashamed of itself. Costa Del Sol without the Sol at all! Rain and clouds shadowed the festivity this year and everyone contented themselves with watching THE TEN COMMANDEMENTS in Castellano at home. Huff! I know we must be holy at least for once a year but I´ve seen it at least 12 times already since I was 9 years old and yes, I know that I shall not kill, so thank you very much. I can kill your time though so here´s my super late update of my super abrupt vacation.


Growing Scales
Gluttony. Yes, I pigged out from Thursday till Sunday. I absolutely took caution of my A
tkins diet though . I lost 7 kilos already (hurray!) from 80 to 73 and still counting so I wouldn´t want to ruin my despicable eating habits over gigantic milky, chocolate-coated Easter eggs.

I ate so much seafood though. Just too much I think I´m gonna grow scales on my smooth Asian legs soon!

Thursday night, we had dinner in Torremolinos in our favorite spot, La Bodega, a small, old but spectacular Seafood / Tapas restaurant at the end of Calle San Miguel. It is a hit with Spanish and NO, IT DOESN´T HAVE PICTURES OF THE FOOD ON THE MENU!


We love this restaurant not only because the food is fresh, and definitely orgasmic but also because the price is easy on your faux-Louis Vuitton wallet. You can order media raciones (half -servings) if you like if you feel like you couldn´t eat any swimming or seafloor crawling animals.

As always, we ordered our favorite berenjenas fritas (thinly sliced eggplants dipped on flour, fried into crisps), brochetas de gambas (grilled shrimp in barbeque sticks with honey filled rolls of bacon), adobo, baked mushrooms, boquerones, and much more accompanied with a bottle of vino tinto. Nice. I admit I got tipsy with just 2 glasses of wine but hey, I don´t really drink much you know.

Traditional Spanish restaurant with Toro mementos adorn the place especially pictures of Spanish Torero, the mythical Manolete (his life has just been made into a film starring Adrian Brody and Penelope Cruz. Will be out this year, I reckon) We wined , laugh and dined and got sad because it was actually a despedida party for our friend, Jorge, who will move the day after to Madrid, for good.


Friday. Someone left but another one came. Our friend Eva from the Swiss alps came over sans HEIDI to spend a two week vacation. We went to another restaurant, oddly named Bodega as well although this one is quite different since Bodega 1 is fully pack already. Same menu but this time with Pulpo Gallego (Spanish Octopus). The octopus was so tender it melts in your mouth (not in your hands). Quite spicy but nevertheless lovely and one of the best along Calle San Miguel.

Saturday, My friend Satellite and I had lunch in Casa Juan, the biggest and the fullest restaurant in Carihuela. I tell you , you should go there at least an hour before the restaurant opens or else you will die of starvation waiting for a minimum of half an hour or so. The place is not touristy at all. Los EspaƱoles flock there every night and the weekends so trust their instinct on this one. The food is amazing especially the succulent seafood and their salads are humongous! Service is quite slow because of the massive crowd,that is the only flack I can say. Pretty unisex toilets are clean and waiters are darn gorgeous. There you go, a total experience. All smoking areas. Use a gas mask if you don´t want to inhale nicotine although you can always opt for the open air mini plaza that is, again, if you are early.

Well, I´ve had too much of fins, scales, swimming and scrawling seafood, I want a pink, tender, juicy, fatty piece of steak now.

My legs are itching. I must be growing a fishtail. I´m changing my name to Ariel but I don´t know how to swim and it´s colder in Denmark.