It all started in Paris. We came across this cool statue of a wild boar in the Louvre, and B loved it so much that we took his picture in front of it. I have to point out that we took very few pictures in the Louvre that evening because I was tired and not particularly in an artsy mood (when am I ever)--that we took a photo of it meant that B really must have loved it.
And then we came across a similar statue--a fountain, actually--in Florence. We learned that Il Cinghiale was created originally in Florence, and all other statues are imitations. The boar was right in front of a covered outdoor market from which we bought several souvenirs and to which we continued returning, so we visited Il Cinghiale several times while in Florence. You're supposed to drop a coin in the grate and then rub his nose to guarantee that you'll return to Florence. B more than happily obliged.
And then--then!--we came across another Cinghiale, this time en route to the Marienplatz in Munich. We didn't even know that there was a Cinghiale in Germany! After Florence, we joked about vacationing only in places that featured a Cinghiale statue, but we didn't realize that our joke would come true. You can see B holding up 3 fingers, to indicate his third Cinghiale find.
If you know of any Cinghiale statues in Spain, please let me know. I might even organize a day trip around going to see it.
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