The Spanish Way

En España…

They take their babies to bars.

You see 8 year old kids in bars at 12am watching the Barcelona fútbol game right alone side you. And sometimes you see them flip off the tv.

The stop signs say “Stop”. I’m baffled by this.

Everything closes for “siesta” (literally “nap,” but often just a time to relax and eat a big lunch) between about 2pm-5pm.

…But sometimes banks aren’t closed for siesta when you’re panicked that they are and you really need them to stamp some of your paperwork…sometimes they’re just locked and there’s a button right by the door handle that you have to press. (2 banks later the girls and I figured this out.)

I first tasted white asparagus and discovered that it is fantastically delicious.

TV shows play for about 45 minutes straight and then there are about 15 minutes of commercials. I think I prefer this because you can actually go and accomplish something during your commercial break since it’s so long.

Milk is found not in the refrigerator section in the supermarket but just out on the shelves. This still weirds me out. But I drink it anyway.

Cars constantly honk at friends or neighbors they know walking about on the sidewalks. I still get jarred every time they honk at someone near me. It’s a friendly gesture, though.

Everybody smokes. Except for my roommate. I am still thanking God for this. I feel seriously blessed to live with a non-smoker.

They have a show called “Fisíca o Química” that I am obsessed with.

En España I notice something new everyday. More observations to come.