Played old American music

This is actually somewhat of an inaccurate entry. Yes, old American music was being played, but so was some recent stuff. I have this very strong memory of sitting in this bar – long and narrow and dark – and there were all these older Spanish men sitting on barstools, or at tables and playing dominos. Suddenly, the music that was playing was Billy Ray Cyrus’ Achy-Breaky Heart. All of the patrons of the bar started singing along to the chorus, holding their drinks in the air. Depending on how inebriated they were, sometimes they were an entire line behind the other singers. I sat there and laughed and laughed and laughed. It was so far beyond being bizarre.

The other thing that I really remember about this bar was that you didn’t pay for your drinks as they were served. Instead, you kept track of how much you’d drunk and when you got ready to leave you’d tell the bartender and he tell you how much you owed. This was far too confusing for me, as after three beers I had no idea how much I had consumed, nor what it was that I was drinking (you must also remember that I was fighting jet-lag and exhaustion.) I think that Maiol kept track of how many rounds we downed, which was a good thing, as I was not able to help with that process in the least.