Yes, the first night lasted until five thirty in the morning, until la madrugada, that magical time of night (or day, depending on how you look at it) when the sun it just peeking over the curve of the planet and people are either turning in or crawling out.
Toro toro toro! (I insisted on this all night, but apparently they don't have bull fights at 2 am. Or in March.)
So really, it could be called the second day, and this
could be called breakfast.
(Yes, those are french fries on Lesley's hamburger.)