Flamenco Night

You all know the saga with the retrieval of the stolen laptop. So you can guess the utter relief we must have felt. And relieved we were. Vamsee has done a phenomenal job cataloging the sights we saw after the Seville episode. Click here to read it.

You saw the New Year’s flamenco show. Man, was she hot- Picante hot. The four of us were captivated by the waitress. Kala was awestruck by her narrow-as-a-twig waist. Vamsee thought she looked like a doll. Saru thought she was a doll until she moved and talked. He had this camera with him, which he was focusing on this doll. You should have seen the shock that registered in his face. I did not care if she was a doll or not. I blessed the minute she talked to me. She said “%^^*())?><”. That was what it sounded to me. I must have looked lost-Me without my phrase-book. Then she switched to a sultry Spanglish “What dhrink dhu yu wanth?” I said “Thank you!” with a sigh of relief. She laughed, then Kala laughed, then Vamsee and Saru laughed. We all laughed, since the goddess found it funny. We all settled down with our glasses of red wine. Then the singers came, and gave a performance that was fantastic. None of us understood what he was saying. But it was filled with pathos. Vamsee and Kala fell for the guitarist, who looked like a young J-Lo’s husband (forgot the name).

I forgot to mention the maitre d’. He had this whole lover-boy image thing he wanted to put out there for all the available men that night. Pink shirt, hair down to the shoulders and balding at the front, and the tie was blood-red. Quite an ensemble, I must add. He gave the introduction to the performance in Spanish, French, and Spanglish.

Then the real goddess came down the stairs. I felt every man and woman shift in their seats. I know I did. The room was small enough to fit 30 people. They had seated 50. So it was shoulder-to-shoulder room only. The first dance Carmen did was sad. We deciphered it was about this woman who was lamenting her dead husband, who may or may not have cheated on her. Kala went and asked her what the meaning of her dance was, after the dance was over. The lady did not speak English, but the maitre d’ did. He said it was very difficult to explain. A lot of help that was. We loved it though. The second dance was more joyous. This is what Vamsee recorded for all of us to enjoy, bless her soul. After the night was over, we had champagne, then grapes for every strike of the hour. At the end, Kala and Vamsee took photos with this woman. Then, hand in hand, we walked back to our apartment. In all, it was a gorgeous night. One that we will remember every time New Year’s Eve rolls over. Not a worry in our hearts. Saru had his two pants, Kala did not care her throat had slammed shut thanks to the alcohol. She had her menthol-scented tissues (you have got to see them to enjoy them), Vamsee was positively delirious since she had seen her first and only Flamenco for the trip, and I did not care for I was in the best company in all of Europe (at least in south Spain). Little did I know that stranger times were up ahead.