The restaurant was quiet that Thursday evening. The waiter a tall and pleasant young man greeted us in Spanish before moving effortlessly into English. He told us about his experiences whilst working in
On a nearby table four men were discussing travel arrangements back to the
The food was good, as was the service. We had enjoyed our evening and expressed our satisfaction to the waiter when he returned.
Having engaged the waiter in conversation. The young man told us about the advantages of having both German and Spanish parents. He was naturally bi-lingual.
“I was raised here in
Very sensible of them we acknowledged.
So what did they call you? we asked, guessing Miguel, Antonio…
“Fernando” he replied
Neither of us spoke though instinctively knew what the other was thinking.
The waiter spoke, “Apparently many years ago there was a song”.
An ironic smile played across his face as he offered a slight bow before turning and walking away.