Birthdays are usually not an exciting thing here. Normally on one’s birthday the birthday person gets a few fone calls and the nearest and dearest come by for some tart and coffee or tea...and that’s it—birthday over...done and dusted—on to the next one. Birthday norm here dictates that the person, who is having the birthday, treats...so no one brings cakes or bottles of drink. The birthday person stocks-up with food and drink and waits...or invites a small group for chat and goodies. Here, the Bride does absolutely nothing for her birthday, but I always invite a hand full of friends and family for mine—about six people, I keep it very intimate. Now then; the day before my birthday, my Bride presented me with a bouquet of red and white roses. Our colours are red and white, you see. They are splendid and one of the rose types actually has a fragrance. The next day my Bride said that she had made an arrangement for me. My eyes widened in surprise and I said. “What”?! She said, "Yes, you heard me...I have made an arrangement". “Oh, I am interested. What have you gone and done, then?”, I queried. “Well”, she said...”We know that you like Spain, right”? --I nod-- “You are fond of the Alhambra?” --I nod-- I then said, “You know I am, and we had a wonderful year in Granada, back then”. “So, there is a do called, The Alhambra Revisited with slides, a storyteller, music, food and tea”, she cleverly laid-out. “How much does it cost?”, I asked without thinking. “Oh, I am treating, don’t you worry”. “Mmmmmm”, I said with a tone of non-belief. ” I’ll sign on for this then”. When we arrived, we entered and there was the ticket-seller immediately before us asking for money. I turned to the Bride, and said, “Pay the man”. She stood still and I recalled to her---“You said that you were going to pay”. She piped-up saying—“Yes, you give me the money and I am going to pay”. --Eye roll-- “Oh this is out of order”, I protested. “No, I think that you’ll find that it’s the only order on offer”, she quipped. I mumbled..."What'r you loik". I mean, what do you do with a person like that!? –blank look-- We went inside and there where we hung our raps, was a table with mint tea waiting for the guests. Progressing, we entered the small hall which was filled to the seams with a preponderance of pensionados chattering and shaking their heads knowingly up and down...most had been to the Alhambra you see, and of course had to let others know. We nestled down in one of the back rows and the lady next to me immediately struck up a conversation, informing us that she and her man had recently visited the Alhambra. They were completely and suitably impressed with this jewel of Moorish history in Spain and predicted that a very interesting presentation would be forthcoming. Soon enough the speaker called our boisterous group to order and introduced himself and explained how the presentation would work: A side show presentation, a storyteller would tell us a couple of stories and there would be musical accompaniment-- instrumental songs as well as songs with singing. The musici were Christian, Jewish and Muslim---the ethnic make-up of the inhabitants of Granada back in the day. Here is a link with a ±3 minute trailer: When the program ended, we emerged from the steamy-warm confines of the hall into a street where the sinking sun weepingly shone and there was a very chilly western wind blowing. We ambled down the narrow street to the centre of town and on to the appointed restaurant. It had; in the meantime, begun to mist rain so we tapped on the restaurant door and asked if we could come in and sit until they opened. Yes--a restaurant was on the program (I got to choose which restaurant.There was only ten minutes to go until the hour of our reservation. They agreed and we slithered in and back to our table. The meal was really tasty and we chatted about this and that throughout. The inside was dimish with soft, romantic lighting. After eating, we had to get a wriggle on to get back home in time to lay stuff out for the party guests. We had it all stalled out with a general plan of offering—Begin with coffee/tea and tarts, followed by salty things and jus d’orange, cranberry juice, alcohol or cola. There were then rounds of filled dipped crackers, sausages, and cheese ...and more salty things. Finally, the warmed morsels were offered. Before we would end the evening with the last tea or coffee...the guests were full and yawning. They were ready to head home. When they were all gone, we cleaned up immediately, filled the dishwasher and got into our jammies...it had gotten to be 02.30 by that time. We sat down with our tablets to unwind before heading off to bed. What a day it had been...I loved every minute of it.