Before Emilia was born, Michael and I took a trip to Spain. (I can safely say that Spain is my most favorite place in the world. Our old cabin in California would likely be my second. Haworth, England, my third. Anyway, I digress...) While in Sevilla we hopped into this marvelous café/bakery/coffee shop every morning for our breakfast and for many of our late afternoon snacks, called Horno de San Buenaventura. The café was always jam-packed, and you would have to move wicked-fast if you wanted a seat — either at the bar (our preference) or at a small table. You could order café con leche any time of day along with whatever else floated your boat — Michael was rather taken with the enormous Zumex machine they had that squeezed fresh orange juice for you on the spot. As for me, I was astounded that the same two men manned the enormous espresso machine for literally about fifteen hours a day.
