OK just for kat.
One of the things I'll remember is the interaction between George and visiting guitarists. I missed Peter Price the UK bluesman, who eas there the previous week, but watching George and Clive the Flamenco guitarist play together, one of the audience said: "If this is how they play without meetng before, if they had a week's rehearsal they could fill the Albert Hall."
Another tourist regretted only discovering the taverna a couple of days before he was due to leave. When his wife said he played guitar, George immediately got one out for him and he played rhythm to George's lead all night with lots of encouragement. He told me he hadn't played in public for 10 years, this made him want to again and he thought he might come back next year with an old playing partner if their wives agreed.
It was heartening so many of the people around during my 2 weeks liked the same sort of music, the tape I'd compiled for George created a lot of interest as did the lyrics folder. One went so far as to say it would be his desert island book!
There were a couple of blokes who spent one evening muttering loudly and not joining in but I held back on my natural inclination to bang their heads together and (2nd most embarrassing moment) actually ended up leading them in a rendition of "Yesterday". I usually tease George that I don't do modern stuff like the Beatles. This version probably proved it, starting in an unrealistic key as usual, I sounded like Richard Tauber with his dangly bits caught in an antique bean slicer. However, it got these guys joining in and by the end of the evening, having discovered a mutual interest in Lonnie Donegan, we parted the best of friends.
BTW another tourist confessed to me that he had once hurled rocks at Lonnie's Spanish villa to try to silence a persistently ringing alarm in the dead of night!
RtS (Tomorrow, if Mudcat is up during my break, my MOST embarrassing moment of the holiday)