Campari,Bitter Lemon, & Torremolinos

I am sitting on the balcony, sipping a Campari and bitter lemon. In front of me is a small bowl of green olives, a plate consisting of some crostinis and manchego cheese.  It is hot, but the sight of the Mediterranean  Sea promisesan offer of a cool breeze.
I am in Torremolinos, Spain.

Torremolinos is a busy resort town on the coast of Spain.  The streets are full of tourists and locals.

The locals are headed to work, the tourists to the beach, for some sunning and tanning.
I am looking forward to a walk along the beach later-maybe grabbing a cup of blood orange granita, maybe a plate of ensalada russo and a hard roll.

I will enjoy the sun, I might even take a dip in the sea, before heading back to the hotel.

I have another Campari and bitter lemon,  take a shower and a nap.
 Tonight- I will look for a restaurant that serves a good paella-perhaps a Valencia paella- with plenty of seafood..

The town gets busy in the evening-and very loud.
There is live gypsy flamenco music, the smell of grilled meats fill the air, and of course there is the shouting of street vendors selling their wares.

I pour myself another Campari and bitter lemon.So good on a hot Spanish night.
Someone shouts my name-I open my eyes bewildered- no one knows me here.  I hear my name again.
It is my neighbor.
"Are you alright"

I holler back- "Yeah I'm ok.  Thanks for asking"
My neigbor heads toward his building.
I look around-  the music is gone,the crowd noise is gone, and the smell of grilled meats, gone,. What happend?

I look around, I am still at Americana Finnmark.
Did two Campari and bitter lemons do this to me?
But wait- is that music I hear.

I pour myself another Campari and bitter lemon.