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	When Colleen and I lived in Spain (over a wonderful 6 month honeymoon in 1988-89) there was another farmer whose finca was just below where we lived. Manolo, in the gray sweater, took it upon himself to teach us all things Spanish, much of it accompanied by lessons in the fine art of drinking. So it was appropriate that we ran into him at a bar in Competa,