Spaniards, in my humble experience, are in on a little secret. The secret of how to uncomplicate life.
Life in Spain seems to move at a slower pace than in most other countries. It unfolds predominantly offline. It’s behind on trends, even a little bit old fashioned. Stay here long enough, and you’ll get to know your butcher by name. You’ll become friends — as much as strangers can be — with the mailman, the post office clerk, the corner produce store owner.
Here, people take afternoon naps or long rests, called siestas, in the dog days of summer. They work just enough to get by and live a decent life, but would much rather spend their time with family and friends — at home, in the local bar, strolling the neighborhood park — than staring at a screen Most importantly to today’s story, they really know how to brunch.
For the latter, I present you the evidence: tostada. (Which, I guess, translates literally as “toastie.”)
In its simplest form, tostada is crusty toasted bread — a sliced country loaf, or a halved baguette, typically — with toppings.
