I wanted to settle our bill late last night at Las Palmas.
I pointed up the stairs to where we had been sitting - two small tables pushed together next to a balcony door.
I heard the cashier mutter and saw her point towards the banister, asking who would pay for the 'renter'.
I looked and saw a sleeping bag, a black shirt, and some paper plates jumbled together in a heap beside the stairs.
I asked the cashier who she thought was staying there from our party.
"Juanes," she said.
