Feliz Dia De La Mujer, Girlfriends!
I'd never have known about it if I hadn't made a trip today with Jan to feed dogs in the wilds of La Manga, where the only two-legged soul around was Simon, an elderly, toothless gent, possibly the caretaker, who despite his solitude is a very with-it fellow. Last time we saw him he was lounging in front of his battered RV reading a Dan Brown novel in Spanish. This time he greeted us with the news, gleaned from the radio, that today is "Dia De La Mujer!" Otherwise known as International Women's Day. We should go celebrate, he advised.
Is there a "Dia del Hombre?" we asked, and then answered our own question. Every day is a Dia del Hombre. He concurred.
