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Published: November 5th 2015
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This is pretty exciting. I finally figured out how to dictate text into my word program, Then copy and paste it into my blog. If you think that makes me lazy, you’re probably right.
However both the keyboard which shows up on the screen of my iPad and the little portable keyboard that I brought with me that fits so beautifully into my iPad holder are just too small for my hands. I have spent hours going back and correcting mistakes that would not have been nearly so irritating on a full-size keyboard.
Which means that you may be getting even more of my rambling Thoughts. Let the world Tremble at the idea of McRory dictating, even if it is only into a machine.
By the way, the apparently random capitals that you made see from time to time are generated by this program when it gets confused. This happens a lot.
Today Susan and I I wanted to head out to one of Madrid’s most highly recommended museums, the Museo Sorolla, which is dedicated to the life and work oF Joaquin Sorolla, A Spanish impressionist. In his day
he was also almost as popular as Monet. His paintings are beautiful and unashamedly pretty. Many of his works feature his wife, Clothilde, who was a stunning beauty. He also painted his children a lot.
Sorolla is known to the Spanish as the painter of light. You'll see why.
The house is beautiful. It is set behind lovely gardens in a busy and upscale district of Madrid. The entry fee is only three euros. It’s a real bargain!
As we enter the museum, we passed by yet another class of very young children. They could have been no more than five or six at most. Still of an age where they listen with complete attention to the guide and their teachers. In fact, they are so young that they peer shyly up at passersby. When I smile and wave at the one or two brave enough to look up, huge grins appear. I love this Spanish custom taking kindergarten kiDs into art museums. They are much better behaved than their older brothers and sisters I have seen on school tours in museums in other countries and so darn cute that they are part
of the attraction.
As long as I don’t use a flash, I am welcome to take as many pictures as I want. So I did. You’ll be getting these pretty much endlessly over the next few days.
Oh I was getting so excited about dictation in the museum that I forgot to tell you about the start to the day. As usual, we went to El Mollete for coffee. There was some kind of big meeting going on in the tiny upstairs dining room. And poor Ursula, Who was alone behind the counter, was run off her feet.
Show to help her out I thought I would provide exact change. I carefully counted out my European pennies, whatever they are called, so I could just reach out and plunk them on the bar. That’s what we cool regulars do, right?
Except that I forgot that the bar is marble and slippery. So when I put down my coins, in my suave fashion, reaching through the crowd to do so, they skittered right over the bar and went everywhere. Some ended up on the counter behind the
bar, some ended up on the floor, and, most spectacularly, some went into the sink full of soapy water and dirty dishes directly in front of Ursula and half a dozen of her female friends. Poor woman. She was so busy filling orders that all she could do Was laugh and tell me no problemo.
When we got back from the museum we decided to go there for lunch. It is the first time we have gone in for lunch during their regular lunch hours. At lunch time, they have a special: two courses for only €11.
Naturally we had to try them. Our young waitress, Almurena (I think), suggested we try to appetizers and two main courses which she said were typical Madrid dishes. Revueltos, Scrambled eggs, are found in all kinds of Spanish cooking, with all kinds of added ingredients. That was one she recommended we try Although I could not understand what the filling was. We have absolutely no idea what the other dishes car. But what the hell?
And two glasses of red wine of course.
I still don’t know what was in the
eggs. I don’t want to know. Not ever.
At first I thought it was Polska. Posto wouldn’t sit well in my stomach but at least I could eat iT. The stuff looks like spaghetti. It isn’t. I did manage to get one mouthful down. Then I ate the egg. They were good.
Was it tripe? Or something else?
We will never know for sure. I was not going to ask.
The other dishes were fine: A delicious lentil soup, followed by slices of pork tenderloin, and a plate of fresh sardines with lemon. Lovely.
To make up for the experience, we ordered two glasses of good red wine, “crianza”. That helped a lot.
And the whole meal cost only €11 each. That included the wine. I didn’t think anything of it until after we had left the restaurant. I realized that only one glass of wine was included per person. So I went back in to pay for the second glass of the good stuff we had had.
My attempts to pay were waved off with a smile.I don’t know if they were making scrambled eggs up to me or just being nice. Doesn’t matter. We’ll be back.
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