Woke up. Got my pastry (una pasta apparently, not pastele, they need fewer words for pastries). Went to school. Nothing too unusual. Except that my Spanish Professor spent a good 15 minutes discussing (explaining) how bad American Coffee is and that it's complete "hogwash". At the time, I hadn't tried coffee here, so I was in no place to argue.
But... Despues la clase (after class), my housemate and I went to a local cafe (as opposed to a tourist bar, which are unnecessarily common).
Just oh my gosh. That was coffee. I don't know why, but the coffee is clearly superior here, it's just fantastic. I understand why he called American Coffee "hogwash" now, it's just that coffee here is so good and there's so many different ways to order it (each with their own ridiculous Spanish phrase).
I'll be ordering "un cortado" everyday, which is coffee with a tiny bit of milk because if you order "cafe o cave con leche" they put obscene amounts of milk in it. They also had a "Cafe Tricolor" that I want to tri (that happened) because it has chocolate in it, with milk, and something else, but I don't know every Spanish word so, who knows...
Anyway, just to keep this short, I love this new cafe. It had 5 euro pizza, that was good, really good. It had great coffee. But above all..
It had a couch. Just a sofa. Next to the window. I ate at a cafe. Sitting on a sofa.
Incase anyone is searching, it doesn't get better than that. I can promise you that.
Another note, it had that chalkboard paint on the walls, so basically everything I could ever want.
Cheap. Check
Good. Check
Sofa. Check
Amusement for my inner child? (Who doesn't want to write on the walls? Come on..)
Check.
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