What that meant had me puzzled, but I was content to continue our flirting ways. I was distraught when Pablo sidled up behind her, much closer than I would have normally expected, but this was Madrid. "We are moving on, time for the dinner and the dance!"

We walked the few blocks to the restaurant, and made our way through the crowded entrance to our reserved table. We were seated right up front, and Chris and I were both seated almost on the stage. Only Ana Isabel was between me and the raised dance area, and on the opposite side of the table, Chris was wedged in tightly between the...