Around 9:30 we all gathered in the girls’ apartment donning our white attire. I must say that we all looked great and probably could have appeared in GQ. We were picked up by Peter, a Rotarian who is from Teneriefe and is Marcos’ friend. We boarded the bus as soon as we got there and quickly learned that most everyone was dressed in white and some guys were allowed to dress as pirates. We were informed that we would be heading out to a wonderful area called Puerto Callimo. The bus ride over there was filled with talk of what everyone was wearing…The Spanish women are all so elegant and the Spanish men have a style that sets them apart from most everyone else. We are led to an outside portico where more people begin to show up and more wine is handed out as we stand outside and enjoy the nice breeze from the ocean. We meet more people and see some of the people that we have already met and enjoy being the center of attention for most conversations. Everyone wants to have their picture taken with us and we want to take pictures of everything we are experiencing. We meet a guy who tells us that he is a Prince of the Ukraine and also a diplomat/ambassador of several royal families. He has his picture taken with us and tells us that he will sign the photos and mail them to us. We don’t really know what to think but we all pose for a picture. 
Out of nowhere, everyone moves to one side of the space and begin looking into the distance. In no time, a ship comes into the harbor and as they approach, we see what looks like pirates. The pirates dock the ship (which looks more like a rich person’s yacht than it does a pirate ship…but everyone plays along) and come running on to shore singing, dancing and pretending to sword fight. After this, a group of people come from the other side of the harbor and are dressed in typical old world style costumes and begin dancing an old world dance while a band made up of around 20 people (that has appeared out of nowhere) begins to play music. We all join in with the groups and clap along. A little while later, we are summoned to the upstairs of the building where we have a table reserved for dinner. A room for of Rotarians is waiting upstairs and we sit and take more pictures. The first course comes out around 12 (yes midnight) and we all partake in some more wine, and the 4 courses that follow. After struggling through dinner (seriously there is no more room in our stomachs), we bid our dinner companions “hasta manana” and head back to the bus around 2 am. The evening was an experience that none of us have ever had nor will we soon forget. I never found an eye patch…
Out of nowhere, everyone moves to one side of the space and begin looking into the distance. In no time, a ship comes into the harbor and as they approach, we see what looks like pirates. The pirates dock the ship (which looks more like a rich person’s yacht than it does a pirate ship…but everyone plays along) and come running on to shore singing, dancing and pretending to sword fight. After this, a group of people come from the other side of the harbor and are dressed in typical old world style costumes and begin dancing an old world dance while a band made up of around 20 people (that has appeared out of nowhere) begins to play music. We all join in with the groups and clap along. A little while later, we are summoned to the upstairs of the building where we have a table reserved for dinner. A room for of Rotarians is waiting upstairs and we sit and take more pictures. The first course comes out around 12 (yes midnight) and we all partake in some more wine, and the 4 courses that follow. After struggling through dinner (seriously there is no more room in our stomachs), we bid our dinner companions “hasta manana” and head back to the bus around 2 am. The evening was an experience that none of us have ever had nor will we soon forget. I never found an eye patch…
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