Today is my soul brother´s birthday and he doesn’t like cheese. I still love him even though he doesn’t like cheese. One time I had a boss who didn’t drink coffee or alcohol. But, I really didn’t like him. I have never understood how one can live without cheese. I guess I did when I was a vegan for a few years but I didn’t know anything about life back then.  My soul brother knows a lot about life and he still won’t eat cheese. Who orders a ham and cheese omelet without the cheese? My soul brother does.  If it were someone else, I would definitely question this or find it extremely annoying. How do they possibly live without cheese? Did something happen to them at birth? Maybe the anti-cheese midwives delivered them. But, I would never question my soul brother. Because he has so many other redeeming qualities.  Like dipping a banana in yogurt at breakfast, EVERYDAY! Wanting to always know the “plan” but then just rolling with it without question. Getting random piercings with me just because we feel like it.  We have fun just walking down the street, doesn’t matter what the weather is like. We are happy with a snowfall in Philadelphia, the blazing heat in Sevilla, huddling in a cold wind storm in Madrid, or with the perfect breeze of the seashore in Southern France. He won’t eat cheese in France. But, I still love him. We have a lot of photos that document our friendship. I look at some of them and think, we were just babies! We have photos under castles, next to windmills, in plazas and in bars, lots of bars. We even have a photo together riding a camel. The funny thing is that we have a photo of one of our favourite bars in Sevilla and it is a photo of cheese. There is also one in that bar with olives. But, the one that I remember the most is with cheese. Did you eat that cheese? Why can’t I remember if you like that cheese? I am getting old. Today you have added one more trip around the sun, but you always look the same. Luna always used to say, “Alex never changes.” Don’t ever change, dear soul brother. I love you just the way you are, even if you don’t like cheese. 

4 responses to “Ode to my friend who doesn’t like cheese……”

  1. alexthomas90115 Avatar
    alexthomas90115

    Margaret Gypsy Monnier I DID like that cheese in the photo. And so people know I’m not a total Neanderthal, I do like cheese, but there are rules: Def no cheese on omelets. On pizza OK of course! Manchego = bueno. Stinky, soft, and blue/bleu = no gracias. No cheese on hamburgers, and yes, I order cheesesteak subs without the cheese. Cheddar and I have a love/hate relationship. And I dipped a banana in yogurt this morning. And I’m still so moved by this post – more than a little verklempt! Thank you for making my birthday something really special, sister from another mister!!! ❤❤

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    1. MoonInSpain Avatar

      I would love you even if you were a Neanderthal. We need to celebrate life again soon. Together. Love you.

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  2. Sylvain Lechair / monty guidon Avatar

    Fortunately i like cheese, is it because i’m french? Or just because “c’est si bon” !?

    I like this vers clever blog / j’aime cet élégant blog

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    1. MoonInSpain Avatar

      No. Because you are normal 🤣

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