Last summer we took a cruise to visit some of the Canary Islands, and although I had not heard much about it, visions of tapas and long stretches of beach danced in my head. While exploring the small, ancient town of La Laguna on the island of Tenerife, we came across a small cafe and indulged in some of the local delights. Large slices of crusty bread with tomatoes and cured meats, slices of manchego cheese with Serrano ham, and chorizo sausage marinated overnight. As we sat and dined on these delicacies, we noticed am older wealthy woman dressed head to toe in designer clothing, wearing Gucci sunglasses and a hat. She sat on a stool a the bar, glaring at us. I wondered if we had been eating something improperly or if we had done something inappropriate to the Tenerife culture. But when we got up to pay the check, we were informed that she was richest woman in town and the new waiter had mistakenly seated us at the table she eats at every afternoon.