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Day trip.

Cafe con leche + napolitana.

Facing my last precious days in Cataluña for at least a few months, I decided to hop on the train to Figueres, a small town a couple of hours away from Barcelona.  I’d forgotten how refreshing it was to get away from the city, the traffic, the noise; even getting away from friends and being on my own all day was a cathartic cleanse.  Dalí’s a-waitin’.  One look at photos of the egg-topped building and I was sold: I wanted, just as I’m sure Liz Lemon would have emphatically agreed, to go to there.


Oh, right. I almost forgot.

Would you like some coffee with your coffee?

“Why, yes!  Yes I would…”

My dream guy?  You know – chef, masseuse, salsa dancing, articulate intellectual who knows how to brew a damn good cup of coffee.

Actually, I’ve been thinking more about family lately than prospective gentleman suitors.

My mother, like me, enjoys coffee.

Among the market aisles, her hands usually reach for the Nescafe instant coffee mix – the individual packets, complete with coffee, sugar, and creme in a trifecta of powder.  They are mild in strength and weak in taste; she, like many Korean mothers, flock to keep them in stock.

Not in a coffee mood? There is always a box of green tea in my mother’s kitchen.

And if I’m home?  A bag of Dunkin’ Donuts Original Blend ground coffee for the brew in the comfort of my own abode.  If you see it in the pantry, it’s a dead giveaway that I’m around.

But the cafes con leche in this town are just dandy.