Younger couples enjoy furtive kisses and picnics on the vast expanse of green lawns and look out on a lake where paddleboats mingle with ducks and swans. Senior citizens in somber shades of navy, black and brown stroll winding paths, hats on heads, and canes in hands.
I take a seat on a tall stool and kick my legs back and forth above a floor scattered with toothpicks and crumpled napkins. Custom dictates that after you finish with your tapa or drink, you throw your napkin or “servilleta” on the floor. So instead of emptying trash bins constantly, every so often, the bartender comes through with a broom.