Arilla's days included a little practice, daily siestas and sun, the last letters home, lunch on a Spanish ship that was docked at San Juan and an exhibition match that he and Gerrard played at the Americana Hotel for a convention group. "I think we put on a very good show," he reported afterward, and Arilla is pretty good at gauging this sort of thing, since he checks the crowd out at every point. "Look, there he goes," said Cliff Richey, watching him one night. "See, the eyes. I think Mighty Mouse is just checking the house co see if there are enough pretty girls for him to be inspired." On Saturday, Richey and Ralston beat Arilla and Santana.
The next day, his final one on the tour, Arilla slept late and then joined Marianne and her brother for lunch. He watched the finals—Miss Richey beating Miss Smith, Santana routing Ralston—and then Marianne took him to Palm Sunday services. It was really goodby, and as he headed off to church about 10 girls came over to say that they would see him next year. "Lis is," Michelle had said earlier, "like a butterfly."
After church Marianne brought him back to pick up his bags, and then Lis Arilla, the Caribbean tour behind him for another year, went out to the airport and headed for Barcelona. He would be home for four hours, pack again and then take off for Monte Carlo. Monte Carlo has the second best tennis ball.
It is a nice way to spend a winter on $28 a day. And, don't forget, you get the $28 a day.