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So, not boasting about new found Spanish learnings (really!) but am trying to actively use my recently gained language abilities with the new found understanding of the maxim "Use it or lose it." The translation of the title of this post is as follows: The Knee, the Lift and the Final Week.............................. The Knee - A few days ago my right knee started communicating some issues to me and I limped home from a lovely morning with amigos americanos, to nurse it. I stepped out that night to get a dinner snack, took a leg up (no step height ordinances here!) to go into into the tienda and the knee screamed back at me. "Basta!" it yelled. "No mas!" And as they say in Spanish, it hurt like a motherfucker. I limped home, hoping for the best. Not to be. Woke up to find that moving through the apartment was almost as hard as when I had Covid a few years ago and couch to kitchen was an hour-long endeavor. Showering that morning was one huge ...

Life has gotten back to a normal state here in Valencia now that Las Fallas is in the rear view. I heard it when I got here and now know it to be true - "You don't want to miss Las Fallas, it's once in a lifetime, but once is plenty!" The experience is almost indescribable. I'll start with the sweet stuff: impromptu processions (everywhere!) of small bands, dancers and the most beautiful women, men and children in the most beautiful costumed finery at what seems every turn; music is everywhere, at all times, including at 2:30 in the morning; smaller and then massive and colorful "sculptures", the fallas and ninots themselves, crafted by artisans throughout much of the year, at a cost of a half-million euro in some cases; ................And then, of course, the constant barrage of fireworks, no, explosives, at every turn, all day and all night long. Heralded by the daily 2pm Mascletas experience in Placa Ayuntamiente;............................ ht...

...but I'm back. Lynne, Pam, Ron and Joanne arrived last week and before they left for Barcelona and points north, we took a day trip to Albufera, a wet, marshy, reedy destination about a half hour from Valencia. A rice growing locale, and of course then, the birthplace of paella . Soon thereafter, Harvey and I trained to Peniscola for an overnight. Great seafood and yet another castle up a steep hill, and apparently a pensionista destination, but one night was enough. Back home to walk Harvey to the airport train for his long trip back to San Francisco. Good visit............................................................ Weekending away and hosting took it out of me and I've spent the better part of two days relaxing and doing the tranquilo dance. Got back to a gym schedule as I count down to the last two weeks en Espana. Pam, Lynne and company return later this week from Barcelona and I contemplate a three day sojourn to Madrid, a futbol match here in Valencia (c...

Got to several sites last week including a cathedral with the next best thing to a Sistine Chapel ceiling and the old silk mercantile building with design and 16th century architecture to die for. Finally made it to a dentist last week to have this front chipped tooth looked at since it chipped further and I knew there was no good way out of this. Observations: the cleanest, most modern and most welcoming dental practice I have ever been to in my life; two dentists saw me, plus two hygienists all women, it seems; this for a non-resident guy who called for an appointment one day prior; enough English spoken to put this gringo at ease about next steps. Don't worry about your chipped tooth, they assured me, it's the rest of your mouth that needs the real attention. Uh oh. They took two rounds of x-rays, front teeth upper/lower and full mouth. Total cost - about 120 Euro. Care to wager what that would cost back in the States, without insurance? A small but extremely pointe...

An indulgence, dear reader, if I may. Late last month, on a birthday call to my dear friend Ellen, I learned that my Seattle pal Kevin Hughes died suddenly, on the very day I started this blog, 25 December 2025. Kevin was addressed on all these posts, and ironically saw none of them. However his dear wife Ann-Marie has been getting them on Kevin's phone. Ann-Marie, if you're reading this, I wish I could be at Kevin's memorial service this weekend, but know that you, he and the boys will be in my thoughts on Sunday. Kevin was the very first friend I made in Seattle back in 1988, and he remained a close one for all of our time there. Lots of memories, including a guy-trip together to San Francisco, cutting up with Susan Trapnell during Leadership Tomorrow weekends and too many arts strategy meetings to count - Kevin was the chief lobbyist for the arts in Washington state (what arts community has its own dedicated lobbyist?) and taught me so well how important and legit...

Mascletas (booms) daily at 2pm. I've now been there three times and it doesn't get old. I hear it from my apartment when I'm there in the afternoon. Click on this link for a taste.................... https://www.facebook.com/reel/1952354535692460................................... Ninots (the outsized papier mache figures that are the stars of Las Fallas and are set afire at La Crema March 19) are starting to appear throughout the city in preparation for their processions. Great news! I discovered a Senior Center right up the block with snacks, card games, dominoes and mah jong all day long. I'm going to tell next week's guests to cancel all their excursions and hang out with the pensionistas instead... Got a haircut this afternoon at a little shop right next door - here's his sign on the door. When he pulls this rolling door up, out pops a genuine barber pole!