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A recap?
After a two-week hiatus Cat in Rabat has thus been transmogrified or better yet, reincarnated (this sets the feline clock back to Life #1) into an alter ego more sympathetic to her surroundings. Gone is the head scarf and in its place, an appropriately and equally terrifying (in my eyes)
And as most habits are hard to break, I can make no promises on the quality or general level of snarkiness cultivated in this blog. Indeed, I was reluctant to continue blogging for a number of reasons, one of which was that I doubted Madrid would keep me
But what's with the matador? you ask. Or wonder. Or perhaps didn't even notice at all. The killer of bulls whom you see above is (or was) Rafael Gómez Ortega - known as El Gallo, or the Rooster. The Rooster, who came from a fairly illustrious family of bull-killers, enjoyed his share of fame in the teens of the 20th century - he developed several unique moves including fighting a bull from a chair. Why he was never dubbed El Tonto (the Idiot), god only knows. He ultimately squandered his fortune and was supported into his dotage by fellow bull-slayer Juan Belmonte, arguably the greatest killer of unarmed ruminants in the world.
But what's with the matador? you ask. Or wonder. Or perhaps didn't even notice at all. It seems that the apartment in which
And on a
So there you have it. Two vegetarians living in the house of one of Spain's beloved bull-killers. Rather ironic, no? Undoubtedly a suitably skewy way to begin our next incarnation. Perhaps Madrid - like Barcelona did three years ago - will one day declare itself a bullfighting free city. Ahhh, I had to wipe the tears of laughter from my eyes as I typed that.
*I happily sit corrected. Kudos to Monsieur Mike for validating my gut-reaction in vocabulary. The title of this blog should therefore be Post the First: Ruminations on Matters Taurine.
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9 comments:
Yay!! Haven't read the Taurine post yet, but glad to see you have a new blog - looking forward to much amusement.
The Cat is dead; long live Gatita!
Welcome back, LGG - I hope you love your new location as much as I think you will!
LGG - I sound like an appliance. Do I bring good things to life?
Having checked the Oxford American Dictionaries, it appears you are well within your rights to use taurine an adjective to describe something of or like a bull or of or relating to bullfighting (from Latin taurinus). No need to hold back on account of a sulfur-containing aminio acid originally derived from ox bile.
Glad to see you again - I can't wait to hear how your new students differ from those back in Morocco...
Oh goodie, SHE'S BACK! Viva la gatita! :D
Allah is with you, Cat dearie.
HOLA and welcome back!!!
The template has been updated and you have been reincarnated over at my place too.
Hola Gatita!
So glad you decided to keep blogging.
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