Paolus climbed the steps of the gazebo slowly, and offered a large, peaceful smile to the old man.
--Thank you Señor Sephardi. --said, as he approached him and shook his hand-- Makes a wonderful evening for outdoor dining. I guess here you can enjoy this sense of calm often.
Both men sat on chairs in light wood. The table had a white linen tablecloth with embroidery, high quality, and a golden candlestick chaired the center, illuminating the place with warmth. The dinner had not yet been served.
Paolus observed up to six soldiers surrounding them outside the gazebo. They carried handguns in their belts, not rifles, and it have enough space left to them as to which one could forget their presence and concentrate on the meeting. The Pontiff looked at his host and said:
--Bueno, señor. First, since the risk of repeating myself, I want to thank you all. My entourage has been housed with full speed and accuracy, you let my guards to be responsible for protecting the interior of the Creatian House, and the place your people have prepared for I can pray is perfect. I must say I'm impressed, even though I had long heard about the legendary honor of the Sephardi Familia.
Paolus paused. His throat was a little dry, but probably soon would bring something to drink. Coughed slightly, to clear his throat, and continued.
--Now, after this, I would like that you ask me anything you want to know, about me, my Church, or of anything that concerns you, while we have the dinner. If you could order to bring some Creatian wine, Xerez or something similar, I would be very grateful.
