early the next morning, santiago and angelina are at her home, a big, beautiful, spanish style home and upon entering santiago finds the home is immaculate, with large majestic windows, and a functioning old phonograph. as the phonograph music plays, santiago peruses the black and white photos around her home. she prepares and they have breakfast while they share more about themselves. she tells him her grandfather fought for spain in the spanish-american war, and built the home. in turn, he tells her noone in his family was famous, except maybe his great-aunt who was a bootlegger during prohibition; in summary that he's widowed, and retired after having worked as an accountant for forty years, that he has three children, and is now here with her. they walk through the fields enjoying the day until they get caught in a rainstorm. they change into bathrobes and proceed to her bedroom and she offers him a massage with rubbing alcohol, preferably on the bed. they remove their bathrobes and later as they lay together she tells him that he should keep his eyes closed because were he to open them he would know that she's a ghost.