I've heard this story many times.
When my mom was a young girl in Puerto Rico, she and her sister tricked her parents into letting them go dancing under the guise that they were visiting a friend. One of the boys they would later meet up with was the man that would become her future husband, and my father. He'd just secretly asked her to be his wife and wanted to celebrate that she'd accepted his proposal. The venue was called, Bajo La Sombra De Un Pino. (Under the pine tree's shade.) Mami said it was the most beautiful place she had ever seen. It was a restaurant with a circular side bar, a pine tree and flowerbeds everywhere. There was a small area where they danced till morning.
It was nearly 5am when they left and cutting it close to the time my grandfather was to get up and go work on his farm. They snuck back inside their home, taking off their shoes and tip toeing quickly back inside their room. They managed to slip back inside their beds without getting caught.
It was the only time my mother ever went against her father's rules or went out dancing anywhere. When I presented her with this painting, a happy flood of memories returned to her eyes. She lit up and I know that in that instant, she was back there again. Bajo La Sombra De Un Pino now proudly resides in mami's livingroom.
Thank you mami, for inspiring me and thank you to everyone who hung up my painting on their wall. May your personal story continue to ignite your happiest memories for a long time.