January 31, 2013
It was on sale at the market in Seville, and it beckoned to me. Why not romanticize the bedroom and put in a soft candle, I mused. The price of a small candle seemed high at $8.50, but tolerable at half that price on sale, and it smelled like vanilla. What a nice surprise for Kathy! I could not understand any of the Spanish language label; no matter, I had my candle. A candle is a candle, right?
The surprise was not for Kathy, but for me. Once lit, the result was more fit for a brothel than a pastor’s bedroom. The candle turned different colors, filling the bedroom first with red, then green, then purple, then blue, then yellow, then orange and on and on and on. How can they make it work like that? There was no off switch.
Wow, imagine my surprise when Kathy came in and said she liked it! Wonders in Spain never cease to amaze me. WEG