Cafe cortado in Tossa de Mar

Not again! You wake its the middle of the night, with a raging thirst left over from the vino tinto and realise you have forgotten to buy the bottled water on your walk home last night.  I quietly explored downstairs, restaurant, bar and kitchen.  No human life.

"come on" I say quietly to my curled up wife.  "lets go for a coffee".

"but its still dark" she replies.  I had already taken the precaution of throwing a towel over the bedside clock. "lets just dress and find a cafe, we can shower and dress for breakfast later".

We walked along the beach in the early light before dawn.  Only the sound of dogs barking and the usual waves on the beach.

Normally cafes inland open before dawn, but here on the costas obviously not.  To the end of the bay at last I saw a diving centre with its adjoining cafe, with an old man refilling the oxygen tanks for today's later dive.  "Buenos dias senor, coffee? "
"Si"      -  Result !!

"dos cafe cortado por favor"

Tourists normally order con leche i.e. latte, locals order cortado.

The coffees came with the depth and intensity of a knorr stockpot.  We sat on the plastic chairs outside and watched the sun rise.  Slowly up over the sea, with the occssional sharp noise of jets of oxygen being dispensed.  We slowly walked back along the beach, only us and the odd fisherman having a smoke !

Still too early for breakfast we returned to bed.


Visited : September 2014