In tandem with today’s other Andorra post, I share with you an Andorran coach, which visited three countries in 30 miles. Thirty miles, that’s precious. That’s like half a commute to work. Anyway, these folks were celebrating Patron Saint’s Day by driving up nauseatingly curvy dirt roads and then getting out and cavorting about in the heat. Fun!
While I can appreciate wanting to avoid unclean wine glasses–especially those still marked with lipstick from a previous drinker’s pout, that the busboy clearly overlooked–I cannot condone such risky business as this. Imagine drinking red wine from a Catalan porron!
But such are the ways of those from Andorra, a l’il, independent principality situated between France and Spain in the Pyrenees mountains. And no, I’ll never go there because money. Only 86K people live there. In my terms, it would take 11 Andorran populations to match the size of nearby Austin.
Maybe there’s something in the breeze that makes them peculiar in their oral fixations.
This souvenir cigar is two feet long, rolled at Sant Julia to sale for tourists to snatch up. It does seem burdensome to light, especially for certain people I know with little T-rex arms. Wouldn’t you get sick of puffing on this after awhile? And where on earth would you set it down? In the world’s largest ashtray? Certainly not in your pocket.
“Giveaway King” Adolphe Wenland sits at his desk in a Hollywood hotel before a blackboard which lists the clients whose products he arranges to have given away. Clients, who are attracted by the free publicity, pay him to get their merchandise on the big programs. He has given away everything from music boxes to monkeys.
Heavy rains cover the grounds of Constitution Square, making Athenians appear to walk on water. At the top, you can see the Acropolis and the 2400 year-old Parthenon. The sign in the center of the square (half-covered by water), reads: Save the children of Greece from abduction, as a protest against Communist indoctrination within the Iron Curtain. As the world turns…