This was accompanied by an exquisite Marqués de Cacéres Gran Reserva, brought by Camilo and his dad, and a succulent homemade apple tart from Olga and Santiago.
Only Juan Pablo and myself (Fabrice) had the Tequila Sunrise, with most people favored just the orange juice. Everything then went according to plan except that we skipped the cheese course as we were getting slightly behind schedule and did not have a great selection anyway (only Spanish cheese, the blue one from the north already featured in the quiche). As the first batch of people went for the train station, what was left of the "rejos de poton" (some spare tentacles) inadvertently was left to cook and it started to smell exceedingly fishy in the flat, which we noticed but believed was a natural cause of the dish sitting on the table in the few plates of people "too full" to get through the squids as well. The real cause was identified by Elena when entering the flat from fresh air. Meanwhile, Amir, unfortunately, was mistaking his train and came back to Tres Cantos from Cantoblanco and had to get a taxi (that was 18€ at the time of blundering), which added a bit of drama to the rest of the night.
And these are some pictures. All the guests are here (saved Elena and myself):