So, I’ve been in Sevilla, Spain for a month tomorrow. It’s flown by so quickly, ridiculously quickly in fact. But, having spent a decent amount of time in Spain now, I’ve started to notice a series of things which are very different to England. I mean, I’m not saying they’re wrong, just different. So, let’s take a look!
- Nadie tiene prisa. And when I say no one is in a hurry, I mean nobody. EVERYONE in Sevilla is so stupidly relaxed and chilled out. I am yet to have someone try to push past me in a hurry nor have I seen someone even go faster than walking speed. Nor have I seen anyone stressed or panicked. Waiters could have a packed restaurant but are they worried? Of course not, it’s Spain. The Spanish don’t seem to sweat the small stuff at all. Find me a stressed out Spaniard and I’ll delete this post.
- Where is the fresh milk? This one will be short because it’s annoying the hell out of me. Fresh milk doesn’t seem to exist. I have searched high and low but milk isn’t milk here. It’s all UHT milk, sat on a shelf, being all warm and processed.
Beer for breakfast? Sure! The Spanish’s attitude towards drinking is so much more relaxed. Drinking is a social activity to be enjoyed together with friends and weirdly, the aim isn’t to get drunk? I have seen many a Spaniard drinking beer at 11am, or even earlier. Do that in England and everyone at the bar/restaurant will be whispering or staring at you from behind the bar.
“Oh, you’re cooking at 6pm? Is that a late lunch?” It’s as if the Spanish work on a different time zone when it comes to food. In England, I would normally start cooking dinner around 5:45pm and then eat at around 6:30pm. Here, I dare to do it. “Dinner” starts at 9:30pm/10pm, or even later. For example last night, I went to a restaurant at 11:30pm. No eyebrows raised, 100% completely normal. Many other people were doing the exact same thing. I mean, it’s great. You eat dinner then can go straight to bed, it’s amazing.
- “Where do you think you’re going? It’s a Sunday!” I used to moan so much that the Sainsbury’s near where I used to live in Birmingham closed at 4pm, imagine that? Me, meaning about a shop closing early? Here, everything is closed on Sunday. Legitimately everything. However, to compensate, most high street shops (H&M, Zara, Mango, Bershka etc.) are open until 9pm during the week.
- “Guys, I’m gonna head home” “No you’re not, it’s 2am”. Many a night in the UK I have started pre-drinking at 9pm so I am completely ruined come 2am that I am heading home by myself in a taxi desperately trying to resist the urge to go via McDonalds drive thru. I have had two nights out so far in Spain. One ending at 7am with me getting the bus home with commuters and the other at 5:30am. People in Spain just seem to party until a lot later. I’m yet to work out why but I am yet to complain.
- Zebra crossings do not mean you’re safe. In England, if you see a Zebra crossing, you can walk, right? Well, not here. Some zebra crossings have a green/red/go/stop system, which would be fine, if the cars abided by it to, but they don’t. A sign could be telling me to go, so I go, and here comes a bloody car about to hit me. Crossings are now my enemy.