LOOK AROUND, she said after Javier put two more drinks of unknown origin on the stand-up table that was now our only support. Sure enough the tiny bar was a sea of locals navigated by a symphony of tall dark men moving effortlessly with small plates and aperitifs, each Spaniard more beautiful than the next. It was as if all was slow motion and cinematic. And then suddenly but without hurry, looking over the lip of her glass taking in the room she said as if to no one - though I knew the target - you are an appendage that I don’t feel is necessary for the completion of this journey.