A Night of Debauchery by Jill
It was a night to remember, that last night in Valdelavilla ... I only wish I could remember it.
Oh, I’m just teasin’. It wasn’t that bad. But allow me to say that my last night in the lovely mountains of Spain ended a bit differently than Lisa’s ...
It was all fine while we were in the little make-shift bar area. We listened to the tales of GoodSport, dancing in the limited space between tables (the Spaniards will indeed dance anywhere!), took pictures, and just enjoyed these wonderful people we had come to love over the past week. Yes, there were many vodka y limons and rum and cokes, but it was all good.
Until the bartender/cook/in-house medic/groundskeeper guy said that the party was over. Yeah right. Let me tell you a little secret about my good friends the Spaniards – the party is never over!
While Lisa made a hasty, albeit less than graceful exit off Stage Left, I instead exited with the masses out the main door. That was the First Mistake. Then, after some more laughs outside while the buzz began to wear off a bit, I made my way back to our little apartment.
Then I heard it ... the quietest little whisper in the sweetest little voice. "Yil, Yil fiesta aqui!" Ok, by this time the Spaniards had learned that I could speak and understand passable Spanish, a fact that both Lisa and I had kept guarded upon arriving in Valdelavilla. Plus, I had found that the later in the evening it was, the more Spanish I heard around me. Given that the Spaniards were strictly forbidden from conversing in anything but English with each other or the Anglos during the course of the week, I wasn’t surprised that they gave in once it was late and their guards were down. Now the dear little lady who enticed me to join the party in her apartment was the most harmless person who had attended Valdelavilla. She was a sweet, quiet, hard-working mother of a beautiful little girl, but boy, could she shake her booty on the dance floor ... or wherever!
"What could possibly happen?" My mantra of the entire experience whispered back ... “I’ll just stop by for a minute, besides, Lisa’s probably there already.”
Wrong. Lisa had munched on crackers and/or passed out in her bed. Please note this was my Second Mistake.
I stooped down to enter the little apartment hosting the after-fiesta of the fiesta to find that the bartender/cook/in-house medic/groundskeeper was still bartending after all, with all of the same booze that was in the bar! There were 4 Anglos total in attendance at this after-party, and allow me to reiterate that Lisa was NOT one of them. I found the other three, and we sat on the floor in the corner of the room and watched in amazement as our dear friends, surely the original inspiration for the Energizer Bunny, danced and danced and danced.
At some point I managed to make an escape, crawling for the door only to be found by, oh, I think we’re calling him Pepe from a previous blog entry.
"Yil, Yil, you cannot leave."
I began to think this was indeed true.
"I have to, Pepe. I’m tired."
"No, no, you must stay ... you are my favorite girl."
Ha! Hahahahahahahaha!
Yes, I’m sure at that moment I was indeed Pepe’s favorite girl, as Lisa would have been if she were there, or any other female would have been in that exact situation.
I gave Pepe a great big smile and a hug, and said "thank you, and you’re my favorite guy" and proceeded to waltz back to Lisa’s and my apartment, despite the protests.
I wasn’t terribly quiet about entering the room. I mean, after all, Lisa had ditched me!
But, good soul that she is, she was awake and waiting to hear my Tale of the Fiesta after the Fiesta.
Our overall rating of this experience, crazy adventures and all? I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. The people were wonderful, the country and the culture are so warm and inviting, and the bond forged between old friends and new is something to be treasured for always.
Tune in next week to find out what happened AFTER Jill and Lisa left Valdelavilla. That's right folks, there's more.
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