“Time flies like an arrow.
Fruit flies like a banana.”
Our friend Miguel stopped by for a visit from Sevilla this week. After Wednesday morning coffee at Cafe Manila, he and I took a walk to the zoo (Bioparc Fuengirola). San Geraldo had to go to school... Spanish class, so we went without him. Unfortunately, it's been perfect fly weather here on the Costa del Sol — not hot, not cool. The flies annoy me, but they drive San Geraldo almost over the edge. He's taken to sitting with a dish towel on his head while having his coffee. He gets a lot of odd looks, even from the staff at Cafe Manila who already know how "special" he is. They've taken to calling him the Sheikh.
At the zoo, Miguel and I came across
All this talk about flies makes me think of fruit flies and that brings me to fruit. Miguel and I were lucky to have timed our walk through the aviary just as the keepers were serving mid-day snacks. I hadn't been much of a fan before of the fruit bats (flying foxes) but they were actually kind of cute climbing down to grab a chunk of apple. Obviously, fruit bats like an apple.