The Zamoran Invasion

Mario called it The Zamoran Invasion. My friend’s Spanish husband referred to it as The Spanish Invasion. Whatever you want to call it, invasion or otherwise, it was definitely chaotic. But also fun. We showed our guests, my in-laws, quite a few places and events, all of which I’ll get around to discussing eventually, but for now I’d just like to list a few stray observations:

Shouting about green spaces

A Zamoran, invading

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The Foreigner at the Table

I’ve eaten many a meal with Mario’s family. His friends, too. But it wasn’t until recently that his cousin pointed out to me that, well, I eat funny. No, no, my chewing habits are just fine, thanks. But what’s up with your hand?

Think long and hard about what you do with your hands while you eat. Inspired by this post about Spaniards’ eating habits, I came up with my own list of the way Spaniards find us guiris weird at the dinner table:

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Things I’m Realizing about Madrid and Our Life Here

  • It feels like Spain, but it’s different than the Spain I’ve known. Madrid is huge, and getting anywhere can be somewhat of a challenge. People speak Spanish mainly, but there is a large international population, and thus the Spanish can sound quite different than the Spanish I heard in Zamora or Salamanca.

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National Coffee Day

It’s no secret: I love a good cuppa.

In honor of National Coffee Day, September 29, I’d like to encourage you to take part in a very Spanish activity – go and tomar algo. And just because it’s national coffee day, that algo should be coffee. I hate to sound demanding (no, really, I do!), but it’s imperative that you go and get and/or make a steaming hot cup of coffee. Don’t forget the sugar.

(You could go to places like Krispy Kreme to get free cups, but I am wary of their quality. For a really good cup of coffee, I prefer my Bulletproof French Press and freshly ground beans from Trader Joe’s. Call me a snob, but I hate bad coffee.)

In Spain, the morning break for coffee is the norm. When I told Mario’s mother I got a half an hour for lunch, she was positively appalled. His dad chimed in to say that half an hour is the morning coffee break, not lunch!

Not all Spaniards eat pastries with theirs, though. Some eat tortilla de patata or jamón. You know, whatever floats their boat.

Coffee in Spain tends to be different than coffee in the U.S., though. It’s more what we would call “espresso.” Here are the types you can usually order.

  • Café solo. (Literally: only coffee.) It’s usually pretty tiny, more like a shot of espresso than anything.
  • Café con leche. (Literally: coffee with milk.) This is my choice. There’s usually a generous quantity of milk added to this. Whole milk. Why would you pollute it with skim? It’s definitely the most popular form in Spain.
  • Café cortado. (Literally: cut coffee.) It’s like the café solo with a tiny bit of milk. It’s also served in a very small glass.
  • Leche manchada. (Literally: stained milk.) It’s mainly milk, and I know some of Mario’s friends/relatives would order that. I think of it like coffee-flavored milk. It may sound gross, but think of coffee flavored ice cream and how good that is. Yum!
  • Café descafeinado. (Literally: decaffeinated coffee.) You usually get a cup of hot water and a packet of instant coffee with this.
  • Café con hielo. (Literally: coffee with ice.) This is obviously more popular in the summer months. I personally don’t like it because you are usually given a very large ice cube with roughly the same amount of liquid as your coffee cup. Thus, the coffee tastes very watered down.
  • Café bonbon. (I don’t know how to translate this literally.) It’s coffee with sweetened condensed milk instead of regular milk. Obviously quite sweet!
Now, those are just the basic ones. Often, the shop will sell cappucinos as well as alcoholic coffee drinks, like the carajillo, which combines coffee with brandy or rum. You should try it if you’re following the “hair of the dog” method. Or if you just like depressants + stimulants mixed together.
Yum?
In Spain, coffee (or at least tomando algo) is a daily part of life. However, it’s a way to sit down, to chat, to rest, to relax for a few minutes, whereas here I drink my coffee on my way to work or walking around. It’s not a break or a time to relax, although I do wish it were. That’s not to say coffee isn’t important to us. It is; it’s just different. I found this infographic on coffee rather interesting.
I apologize for this post being a little bit unfocused, but…please celebrate with me by having yourself a delicious, freshly brewed cup of coffee! A toast (with coffee)!