Mi amistad con Constantino Láscaris

I met Constantine Lascaris, almost certainly, before anyone else in Costa Rica. I remember precisely the place of our first meeting. It was around a table, outdoors, on the very old Paseo de La Castellana. Because of the "outdoors," spring, summer, or early fall of a year should have been advanced, which I can't now pin down, but which, because it was some time before my arrival in America, I reckon it would be 1949 or 1950.