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A couple years ago, I took a whirlwind scouting tour of Spain. Between two trips, I drove nearly the entire way across the country, from the French border to Plasencia, not far from the Portuguese border. While there, I became addicted to the typical Spanish breakfast: tostadas and cafe con leche. Nearly every day on the first leg of this grand Odyssey, traveling southwest from Zaragoza to…