My mother had to return to Spain, and we went to dinner at Windows, a restaurant on the top floor of a down town building that, as its name suggests, only had windows that reached the ground and that occupied the entire top floor, with spectacular views of the entire city. 

The owner was Mexican and he knew Paul, so he put us at the best table and with a bottle of the best welcome tequila that was the culprit of the final outcome. 

My mother took her shots as a teenager in Spain, hitting the table while she enjoyed watching the owner suffer in case she broke it, and who informed her that even if it had the color of water, it was tequila! 

It didn't take long for the couple at the next table to join in the celebration. Yolanda was the owner of a very exclusive beauty center who was fascinated with my skin and while the owner invited us to visit the convention room, she asked me to be her model for the launch of a new treatment. 

When I saw the entire city illuminated from the 50th floor, I looked at my mother, who was surely seeing a field of "blue agave" because of how big the room was. I approached the owner, Paul, my bodyguard, was already by my side, and I announced aloud: I am going to present my first production here, it will be my first show, we will set up a stage and I will dance to the city of Los Angeles. We will give a cocktail and invite all the Spanish entities. 

The owner continued to suffer, this time for his crystals that needed a special insurance for the event and that of course Paul would already be doing numbers with a minimum of 5 digits. 

Before we left Windows, my mother and I went to the toilet, never before in our lives we had suffered from racism. My mother was retouching her makeup sitting in a beautiful velvet chair, when a group of 4 African-American women cornered her and threatened that either she would remove her shitty white ass from the chair or they were going to slash her milk face. I was in the bathroom and when I came out and saw my mother's scared face who lost her voice, I slammed the door and told them that I was the owner of the restaurant and that the police were already on their way and that never again they would set foot in that place again. I was very sorry, because I had many African American students and one of them, Bertha, was the one who gave me the first opportunity as a teacher in LA. 

But that incident did not stop us from taking the penultimate shot of the best tequila to forget. 

After ten months of eight hours of intensive flamenco classes a week, my students already had a very high level and I chose the best 5 as a corps de ballet, each one of different nationality. I designed all the suits, I bought the fabrics that my dressmaker Elena, Paul's mother, sewed. Eight live musicians would play that night; The guitarist Gino, who passed away and I will never forget, a flamenco singer, a violinist, a percussionist, and the Ziroq group made up of 4 musicians. Three video cameras, a filmmaker, an editor, two make-up artists, a hairdresser and all my professionalism is why Mr. Jose Luis Dicenta Ballester did not hesitate to put his name on the invitations and bureaucratically help me to present “Flamenco Sensual”. 

Diseñé todos los trajes, compré las telas que cosió mi modista Elena, la madre de Paul. Ocho músicos en directo tocarían esa noche ; Un guitarrista, Gino, que falleció y nunca olvidaré, un cantaor flamenco, una violinista, un percusionista, y el grupo Ziroq compuesto por 4 músicos. Tres cámaras de vídeo, un realizador, un editor, dos maquilladores, un peluquero y toda mi profesionalidad es por lo que D. Jose Luis Dicenta Ballester, no dudó en poner su nombre en las invitaciones y ayudarme burocráticamente a presentar “ Flamenco Sensual”. 

—What the Madrid artist Esther Ponce, of whom I am very proud as Consul of Spain, has achieved tonight is incredible! In just a few months after arriving in Los Angeles with nothing, she has taught and prepared 5 women of different nationalities to dance flamenco, she has brought them up next to her on stage with humility and showing her great professionalism ...

Afterwards, the Director of the Tourism Office, the Director of Culture, etc., came up to give his speech. All the guests were fascinated with the show and with the place. At the events given by Spanish institutions, there is usually ham, cheese, potato omelette, wine and beer. That was a glamorous night, they ate gourmet canapes and drank champagne like there was no tomorrow. I settled in their hearts for flamenco art and also for their stomach.

The video for “Flamenco Sensual” was broadcast during the Hispanic Day party that was held in Beverly Hills at the Lladró porcelain store and was in the libraries and auditorium of several California universities representing our culture.