Caffine Depravation is the Mother of Invention

Discovering my villa had coffee filters but not a coffee maker I spent
a couple hours assembling this contraption and ingredients for it.

I was so proud of my ingenuity ... until I used it. The thin, pale, nearly-flavorless liquid it produced can be described, at best, as coffee like.

Nonethless, I still refuse to go to Starbucks ... mostly because my lesbian, fair-trade-coffee-activist friends would kill me when I got home.