You know you're in Mancha Real when...

You attempt to politely decline a foul tasting cold medicine
but are told to kick it back like a shot and chase it with a pastry,
 made fresh by the local cloistered monks

You know you're in Mancha Real when...

The drink of choice is chilled red wine mixed with Lemon Fanta,
and the waiters refuse to clear your plates until there's not a crumb left