My big beautiful Sunny was born 27 years ago today. He was born into my hands in Salamanca and died in my arms 16 years and three months later in Sevilla. I still miss him, his brilliant blue eyes and adorable white toes, his gentle nature. He was so full of love, and became a protective big brother to Azar when I brought that tiny and terrified street kitten home. This is a very badly patched together video I made the day Sunny died, just to keep myself busy and focused on my beautiful boy. Lots of the photos were such awful pre-digital quality. Great song though. And one of the best boys ever.
Wow, six years old! In another year Morcilla will be eating “mature” cat food along with the other two. Though she is still so kittenish in both appearance and demeanour. For those who don’t know, Morcilla shares a birthday with my beloved Azar – they were born exactly 18 years apart.
But today is her day… happy birthday darling girl!
We had been planning Steven’s 75th birthday party ever since he made it known last year that he wanted to spend this special celebration in Sevilla. It actually morphed into Birthday Week, kicking off in Sevilla and finishing up in Cádiz, but on the day itself we met up with other friends of Steven & Julie for a fabulous dinner at Restaurante Eslava. It was a lovely evening and I felt very lucky to be a part of it.
The wonderful Julie & Steven (AKA Julia & Esteban) are back in Sevilla to celebrate Steven’s 75th birthday, which is next Tuesday. We got Birthday Week off to a rip-roaring start with an (ahem) 8 hour lunch (!!), which may or may not be a personal record. Started off at Manolo Cateca for a cheeky sherry before having a super delicious lunch at Palo Cortao, along with Julie’s friend Susan, who just happened to be in town for a weekend getaway.
Of course after our leisurely lunch we had to go for a Penúltima and we chose the rooftop of the Gourmet Experience as Susan was really wanting to sit in the sun. Unfortunately, by the time we got there the sun was too low to reach us, but we enjoyed a lovely bottle of cava, and then Susan had to leave us to meet friends for a Flamenco show. By that time we were starting to feel a bit peckish again and Julie remembered how much she loved the pavía de bacalao at Palo Santo, so we strolled over there only to find out that the kitchen still wasn’t open. Undeterred, we decided to have a little pulpo ensaladilla along with yet another penúlitma, but then Eslava’s honey ribs started to sound like a good idea, so we popped over there for a snack while we waited. An hour or so later we were back at Palo Santo for our final snack of the day.
Then it was back home to Netflix with the cats. Looks like it’s going to be a crazy week. The actual birthday dinner will be at Eslava Restaurante on Tuesday, with a few other Sevilla activities between now and then. And then on Thursday I’ll head off to Cádiz with Julie and Steve to spend a couple of days there before they head back to Málaga on Saturday to catch their flight home. Phew!