If you were doing what I’m doing at this very moment, you’d be listening to this song and waiting for the dough to rise of your first attempt at baking a baguette. Monday nights don’t get much more superb. Remind me again why you aren’t here?
Also, I’ve been having serious Spain-withdrawals this week. I’ve spent the past thirty minutes researching how to authentically replicate, in my cozy little apartment, those perfect cups of cafe con leche I started every day with and often ended the day with outside of a cafe in la Plaza de Ayuntamiento (I still remember exactly how many euros it cost! Take me back, please). Cross your fingers I can make it happen. Either way, I see a tapas party in our near future.