I didn’t know it would be so hard to buy milk products in Spain. The milk comes from Austria in non-refrigerated cartons with a pull tab at the top. That is interesting. We can do without milk, but cream is another thing. Understand, this is a huge market–no staff we could find can speak English and, in this instance, pointing does not work, so we laboriously went down the aisles looking for cream, not once, but three times–no cream. Back to the apartment to figure out the right words to say. Once back in the store, I find a friendly stocker and say ,”Crema.” He speaks to me in many Spanish words and I say, “English,” and he responds, “No.” I say, “Crema por cafe,” as I made a drinking gesture. He smiled and signaled for me to follow. I did, and he took me to the liquor area of the store to the coffee liqueur. Yes, it is a coffee with cream. Wanting to be polite, I said, “Gracias,” picked up a bottle and went on. I’ll tell you, it is the best cream I’ve ever drank.
By the way, Kathy found real cream amongst the yogurt. Four dairy cases of yogurt, one, yes one small carton of whipping cream. I told her, she has to drink her cream and I’ll drink mine. WEG