One thing I miss about living in Spain the most is the Spanish coffee. I mean, our two countries are quite similar in that aspect, neither government can function without coffee, but while American govies usually get their coffee really hot, really weak and in really big cups, their Spanish counterparts drink their coffee out of these cute tiny European coffee cups, their coffee is so strong it can wake up dead people, and it is usually served at a temperature fit for human consumption.
The very nature of American coffee makes it impossible to go out and drink it with your co-worker. I mean people band together to “get” coffee, but that is the extend of the coffee brotherhood. After getting a coffee everyone quietly sips it at their desk. It is impossible to do it any other way – it would take forever to drink it, and you just can’t do it on taxpayer’s dime.
Things are different in Spain. Every self respecting organization, military unit or government office has their own coffee bar. I mean even the Department of Motor Vehicles has its own coffee bar! You go out to drink coffee, and the whole venture does not take more than 10 minutes.
So, as I was trundling around the Pentagon hallways, reminiscent of the good old days, when I saw a red, yellow and red flag on one of the uniforms. I could not believe my luck. I actually encountered a real, live and breathing Spaniard, right here in the Pentagon! I now have someone to drink Spanish coffee with!
Word of the Day for Friday, November 30, 2012
trundle \TRUHN-dl, verb:
To move or walk with a rolling gait.
They get her into a wheelbarrow and trundle her all over town.
— Alice Munroe, Meneseteung
Fling leaflets down basements; expose them in stalls; trundle them along streets on barrows to be sold for a penny or given away.
— Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own: Three Guineas
Trundle, first used in the 1500s, may originate from the Old English trendel, “ring or disk,” which is also the root of the modern English trend