Archaic word with the sleepy sound in it. With this vague idea of donkeys and sleeping men under a tree. But this is Spain 2012. What doesn't change is the dry sound of the churchbells every half an hour, the shadows slowly passing by in time, the voices inside, a shy cat on the street, and every now and then an airconditionado Peugeot. And then the silence again. All shutters closed. The street belongs to the sun.
Spanish coffee
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one of the best coffee countries in the world
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