Then he and Fido could have dreamed ofthe Ritz as they rested their tootsies back home, just as thesightof my ill-gotten Argentinean laundry bag has me fantasizing about dancing the tango at 2 a.m. in the grand ballroom ofthe Alvear Palace.
The wild basil is still in my hand and as I chew a green leaf, releasing its strong, earthy flavours, the colours of Ibiza seem at once to be all around me: in taste, smell, sound and sight.