The Last Supper

In New York City, Labor Day weekend symbolizes the end of Summer. It’s when the city’s socialites shutter up their grand estates in the Hamptons and board their helicopters to return to the city. When David was still working as a private chef, it signified the return to a somewhat normal life for us when David would no longer have to live away several days a week and no longer have to prepare for the big Summer bashes.

In Torrevieja, Spain, the end of Summer comes a bit sooner. On August 31st, tourists board planes, seaside apartments are vacated, the highly coveted parking spaces of July and August are available once more, and stores and restaurants hunker down, anxious to see what kind of business September will bring. Even the weather changes. The clouds roll in, a soft breeze blows in the morning, and the sun sets around 8:30 instead of 10:00.

We’ve heard about Winter in Torrevieja and, ever since September started, have been dreading what the coming months will bring. The promenade that has been busy all summer long will empty out. Many businesses will be open only on the weekends and many more will shut down until Spring. And many predict that the housing crisis will only worsen as people who were fighting desperately can’t hold on any longer, especially following a somewhat mediocre Summer of tourism. The auctions will buzz with activity as banks try to unload their burden of bad debt and those with cash in the present moment can secure their fortunes for the future.

As for us, the end of Summer was most marked by the fact that on August 31st, Al Cante, David’s dad’s restaurant, also put up its shutters… for good. Although David pulled out of the business in early July, it remained our favorite hangout. David found that he couldn’t do business with his dad, but that didn’t mean that we couldn’t enjoy spending time at his dad’s business. As friends from France – many of whom knew David’s dad from when he used to perform in restaurants in Paris – arrived for their Summer vacation, Al Cante became packed with people and I was finally able to speak and be understood (the wrong language, albeit, but at least it was a language). David and I both enjoyed it for David’s dad’s flamenco performances and found comfort in seeing familiar faces. Kisses left and right as soon as we entered, greetings to everyone. Suddenly, it was no longer like we were in a new country but, instead, in a familiar place surrounded by friends and family.

Al Cante got business but it turned out it was not enough to sustain itself. People would come to spend the evening there – and boy would they! Five, six hours – but they wouldn’t consume more than a couple of drinks each. So, although it was a packed house, it was a non-profitable packed house. The food didn’t move from the freezer, the cook was bored and David’s dad was stressed. And we wished that David’s dad could see value in David’s talent as a chef and appreciate what he could bring to the business. But he didn’t and preferred to blame the restaurant’s failure solely on the location.

So as New Yorkers prepared to return to the city yesterday, David and I were invited to feast on the food from Al Cante’s freezer. Ramon had given Anna, a friend who runs a small bar in town, the leftover frozen food and, in return, Anna had cooked up a grand meal. It was a nice afternoon, filled with carefree laughter.

But pass by Al Cante (“The Song”) these days, and it’s sadly quiet. Ramon’s voice no longer booms out as he strums his guitar from the stool on his highly prized stage. Friends from another country and another period of his life will no longer come to clap the Palmas and dance the Sevillanas and sing along to traditional flamenco songs that transport them back in time. The vacation days are over, Summer has come to an end.


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5 responses to “The Last Supper

  1. This is very sad… I was there for the beginning of Summer celebrations, and now the Summer has already come to an end! And Al Cante has also come & gone – so quickly! Your first season in your new home has already passed – filled with stories and adventures – and now I wonder what the next season will bring…

  2. Well defiantly a sad one! Sorry to hear about David’s dads restaurant. What will he do now? I can’t believe summer is over there and soon here too. But at least it is cooling off, I am sure you are relieved about that, as am I!!!

  3. that is sad news! How is David’s dad taking it? That is the nature of owned businesses, though. they come and go. The courage associated with starting a business such as that one is admirable regardless of how long it lasts

  4. Hello,

    I am an editor for EscapeArtist.com and I came across your blog while searching for content to include in one or both of our two online publications, Escape From America Magazine (EFAM) and the Expat Daily News (EDN).

    I was wondering if you would care to contribute an article on expat life in exchange for a link back to your blog. EFAM goes out to 400,000 subscribers each month. EDN is a newer publication which is doing well in terms of daily traffic. Articles for EFAM need to be in the region of 1500 words and for EDN around 500 words would suffice.

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  5. Ohhhh, you are in high demand girl. I’ve been told that someone is set to launch a certain column by Monday. Sad about the restaurant.

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