Café con Leché

So we're sitting in nice cafe ("Locus Amoenus") drinking cafés con leché. Ana ordered a little Galician firewater in hers, since she still hasn't found a restaurant that needs a free salad expert. It'll come soon enough, but it's not real fun having people tell you no all the time.

Each coffee you get here comes with a sugar packet that's almost the size of a playing card. Apparently they're serious about sweetening things here. And since we ordered doubles, they gave us two of them apiece. There's probably a third of a pound of sugar on our table.


In other news, Galicians don't eat vegetables. Fried peppers and fried potatoes are just about the only vegetables we've found outside of the supermarket, and we're in the middle of farm country. We add an occasional bean to our diet of ham, cheese, egg, and olive oil, and we may be the healthiest eaters in town. Of course, when it comes to quantity, we're worse than everyone else. People here smoke rather than eat.

OH! We're in the middle of one of the best wine regions in the world and everyone here drinks beer. This is a land of infinite contradictions. Keeps the wine cheap, though!