At the end of the performance, everyone yelled enthusiastically for their hometown boy, Angel, and I let out a few cheers, as one does when he performs at the Metropolitan Opera House in New York. Well, my new little elderly friends were quick to chastise me, saying “No ‘Whoo!'” My elegant response of “Huh?” garnered the further explanation “In Espana, no ‘Whoo!’ Only ‘Bravo!”” So then, I flapped my fan, joined the chorus of “Bravo!” and my seatmates smiled proudly at their tall, blonde converted senorita.