The bars and cafes in the busy thoroughfare of Alicante, my home town, are not usually complete without a noisy game of dominos slammed out by old men (who could easily pass for Jack Lemon or Walther Matthau), or gigawatt lighting that surely makes the upstairs apartment floor glow. But aside from that, which you can kind of tune out from, there’ll likely be a TV up high in the corner of the bar with