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 promises an offer of a cool breeze. Torremolinos is a busy resort town on the coast of Spain. The streets are full of tourists, some heading to work, others dressed for swimming and sunning. I am looking forward to a walk along the beach later- maybe grab a cup of blood orange granita,, maybe a plate of ensalada russo, with a hard roll. I will enjoy the sun, maybe a dip in the water- and head back to the hotel. Maybe I will have another Campari and bitter lemon, take a cool shower followed by a nap. The town gets very loud and busy at night. There is live gypsy flamenco music. the smell of grilled meats from the street vendors and vendors selling their wares. For dinner-hmm- I am in the mood for a paella- I will have to ask the hotel manager for a good restaurant. I pour myself another Campari drink-ahhh- so perfect for a hot afternoon in Torremolinos. Someone shouts out my name- I open my eyes- I am slightly bewildered- I hear my name again- "Bob-are you ok? I look around, the beach is gone, the people are gone- and my neighbor is calling my name- I look down from the balcony--"Yeah I'm ok- I was just daydreaming". Man, what happend. Here I am- I am still at Americana Finnmark- did only two Campari and bitter lemon do this-- I look around-my neighbor heads off- do I still hear the gypsy music-- I pour myself another Campari and bitter lemon.