They were an obliging bunch, actually.
They even helped in the kitchen.
And after nearly four hours of eating and drinking, slowly, as the Spanish would have it, there was dessert. None of us had space for it in our stomachs, but we ate it anyway.
For the gastronomically curious:
The menu:My favorite wine of the night: Red Guitar's Old Vine Tempranillo Garnacha
Homemade bread with Manchego and Iberico cheeses
Gazpacho (cold tomato soup, prepared as was taught to me by my Spanish host mother)
Champiñones al ajillo (mushrooms and garlic)
Ensaladilla rusa (Russian salad--a typical potato salad)
Berenjenas con miel (eggplant with honey)
Patatas bravas (potatoes with a spicy red sauce and garlic aioli)
Tortilla española (potato omelette)
Mousse de limón (lemon mousse)