Monday, November 23, 2009

View from the Hotel




Isn't this just gorgeous???

No more peddling











We’re not in bike country anymore!! Saw few bikes. This is the land of mopeds and crotch rockets!! Jim and Mom—saw a couple on a Harley late on Sunday and thought of you two. Chris—sorry didn’t see any guys on a Harley with their little dog strapped to the back!








Our "Favorite" Ad in Malaga


Doesn’t this ad make you want to run out and buy this perfume?? Owning this perfume = you get to lick yourself excessively like a dog! We were amused by this ad and of course it was ALL OVER town!!

Attaché- my new favorite profession


I always thought this word = briefcase and I guess it does. It also has another meaning.

Per Wikipedia….
Attaché is a French term in diplomacy referring to a person who is assigned ('attached') to the administrative staff of a higher placed person or another service or agency. Depending on custom, 'attaché' may be modified to correspond to the gender (e.g., 'attachée') or number (e.g., 'attachés').
The term normally denotes an official, under the authority of an Ambassador or other head of a diplomatic mission, who serves either as a diplomat or as a member of the support staff. He monitors various issues related to areas of intervention. To this end, he undertakes the planning for decisions which will be taken and makes all necessary arrangements, manages the agenda, conducts research for the study of particular matters, and acts as representative when necessary.
Sometimes an attaché has special responsibilities or expertise, often specified by that field. Examples include a cultural attaché, labor attaché, legal attaché, military/defense attaché (or more specifically, naval attaché, air attaché), press attaché, agricultural attaché, commercial attaché, and science attaché.
A related use for the term is in the phrase attaché case, similar to a briefcase.--- SEE I WAS RIGHT!!

So we got to meet the attaché for the Dutch government stationed or rather attached to Spain. And get this—he is from a town that is REAL close to Venray, small world. I asked him what he thought about living in Spain, the country Sinterklaus and Helper Pete are from and his thoughts on how the Dutch threaten that the kids will be kidnapped to Spain if naughty. I think he enjoyed that question. Jen and I also asked him what the main function of his job was and he did confess that being an attache meant attending copious amounts of parties such as the one we were at that night. I think I could totally handle a job that required excessive party attendance!! I also made sure to say hello and goodbye in Dutch.

Having Flair and Proud of It!


I caused a little giggle at the party when I commented to some of the guys that Jen didn’t have nearly enough flair as the other guys did. They got a kick out of that and laughed even harder when I told them about how I refer to all of Chris’ army signage as “stickers.” So here are the seamen pointing to their “flair” and loving learning Bea’s words for all things military.

Paula Dean Welcome to Malaga


This post is for all the foodies I know!!


Here is a picture of the head chef on the Anzio. He made these scrumptious little cheesecake tarts. Jen and I loved them soooo much and we had to know where he got the recipe. Guess who his inspiration was? The queen of butter, he looked this recipe up online and decided to give it a whirl for the Malaga party. Paula Dean would have been proud of him!

Anzio Time






















Day 1 in Malaga was Navy training 101. It did remind me mildly of Grandpa Smith and his “permission to come aboard” comment when everyone went to visit the Constitution in Boston. I arrived at the port around 11am and almost lost my passport to some nutcase security guard. He wanted to take it somewhere to see if I was on a “list” and of course I managed to tick the security guard off when I snatched it out of his hands. Luckily Jen and 2 of her fellow officers came and rescued me and off to the Anzio we went. Here are some thoughts on the Anzio:
- it is massive and we climbed all over the ship and I even scurried through holes, I felt like a kid on an adult sized jungle gym
- the color theme seems to be grey and more grey..in fact the boys were very busy painting the sides of the ship grey to make it extra beautiful (??? Pink is much more gorgeous) for when they pull into port in about 10 days in Virginia
- the space is cramped- Jen lives in this teeny tiny room with 2 other girls. The room is smaller than our red room guest room! These three girls are on this ship with hundreds of other seamen, they are all males
- the medical clinic has some pretty strong views—make sure you take a look @ my pix of that plaque—yikes propaganda time!
- Anzio has a kick ass telescope you could see people on their porches from oh so far away
- When you are in port you fly the flag of the country you are visiting (this is only in "good" countries I think)
- If you are in charge of the boat you get to sit in this very high lazy boy on the sea seat, since I was a special guest I got to climb up into the seat!
- Sitting in Jen’s room I began to feel a little woozy and we weren’t even moving on the high sea
- The “board room” had the BEST lime ice cream from Italy for us to enjoy after lunch, yum yum—while it wasn’t goodberries it sure was tasty
- Jen is like a celebrity on the ship—everyone says hello to “Chaps” it is endearing!
- It is the best damn ship on the sea—I learned this fact after sitting through a hail and farewell the next night—this was the statement of the evening.