Of course we all have heard about the infamous Spanish fly, the aphrodisiac that became legendary in movies and folklore myth in this past century. It may seem like a dated form of Viagra to some, but I assure you that the Spanish fly is alive and well.
It has come to our attention that every Spanish home has at least one resident fly. Restaurants often have two, sometimes with spouses. Unlike Canadian flies, who are large, slow and frankly a bit dumb, the Spanish fly is persistent to a plague, fast and furious, and often, dear I say, amorous. It is always ready for action, making its lustful attack when least expected, flying straight for an open orifice, a trembling nostril, a temptingly bejeweled ear canal or a slightly parted bottom lip. To assure that they will not end up big and dumb, when they cannot find a human partner, they will swiftly turn ot any available fly-mate to assure their lineage.
“Una mosca menos” (one fly less) said our gangly waiter the other day, as he snapped his kitchen towel at an innocent fly. He may have killed one, but his efforts were in vain, as on the next table where two flies in action, proving that the Spanish fly will always be on top…
Lol that’s funny! Came across your blog and very much enjoy reading about your journey!
We were sitting on a patio in the Bahamas at the Four Seasons and we had ordered a couple of burgers for lunch. The waiter brought out a small dish of balsamic vinegar. We asked what that was for? As he brought our burgers to our table the flies literally disappeared from around us. Beyond our belief he said flies don’t like the strong smell. He was right! Never bothered by a fly again! We live in Ontario and have never been bothered by another fly! We are in the process of making the move ourselves to Malaga the virus put a hold on us for a bit. Interested to see if the Spanish fly survives in our new home lol.