Every morning in Barcelona [BCN airport code] without fail I had either tostado or croissant and always a café con leche at DCafé. This little café opened at 7:30 every weekday morning, 9 on Saturdays and closed on Sunday. It was only open until 2 in the afternoon. It was strategically located three doors from my apartment. Camila was always the waitress whether we ate at a sidewalk table, inside table or at the bar [the cost decreasing in order of seating]. She was young and wild and charming and entranced all who came into her magic circle.