Juan Querendón and Wolfgang Amadeus

Tonight on Yo Amo a Juan Querendón, a telenovela I surf through and have no idea what's going on, I see the male lead with his back to a baroque altar turn around and walk up the nave. He does not genuflect as he passes in front of the tabernacle and walks off screen.

A moment later I see one of the female leads praying in front of the same altar, the entire apse covered with gold presumably looted from the Aztecs. The music is the 2nd movement of Mozart's clarinet concerto. Immediately a Pavlovian response: stress reduction and inspiration.

I remember that I do not need to be lectured.

La Cucuzza!

Oh, It's so big! No wonder you've got such goodlooking grandkids with a cucuzza like that. Now I understand those rumors about the North African invasions. That combined with the ethnic cleansers from Lombardy; there must have been quite an interesting time in bedrooms, brothels, and sunny glens all over Sicily right around 1068. Not quite the cachet of 1066, but the winters were better (as was the food). 

Oh well, see you in about 900 years, Chido!