En route to Rodellar from Barcelona. Spain, last year.

From a heavy ceramic cup that nestles in your hands as it warms them. Eight ounces, but only of freshly-roasted beans. Crema. And a parting shot of café drawn skillfully with the nozzle into a heart. Ornately decorated packets of sugar celebrating its sweetness, not its calorie content; 3 each, because coffee should be intense but sweet. And perhaps a buttery biscuit to balance the equation.

Take that, Bucky's.