I was reading Kaley’s (of Kaley Y Mucho Más) blog recently and she wrote a post about the things she didn’t do before moving to Spain. I loved it and totally identified with most of the things on the list. It made me think about how much I’ve changed in little ways over the past 2.5 years. Then I kept on thinking (I know weird, right?!) and realized that even though I have tweaked a lot of little details in how I live my life, there are some things that I haven’t changed about myself that make me a bit different than your average Spaniard. Like they say, you can take the girl out of the States, but you can’t take the States out of the girl. So here’s my list of the things I still do, even though I’m in Spain.
Convert kilometers into miles
I can’t help it. Whenever I see a sign with a distance on it, or I peek over at the speedometer in the car, I always make a rough conversion into miles so that I can figure out how fast were actually going or how long it will be until we get there. You’d think I’d understand the metric system better by now…nope.
Eat eggs for breakfast
I’ve totally embraced eggs as an anytime food… but just because Spain can’t handle eating eggs for breakfast, doesn’t mean I can’t. It’s actually been a while since I’ve made scrambled eggs with my toast on a Sunday morning and this is making me totally crave it! Bring on the eggs… no matter what time it is!
Go out with wet hair
Leaving the house with wet hair is a total no-no in Spain. I’ve come to my senses and started drying my hair in the winter, but in the spring and summer I’m all about air-drying, no matter what the Spanish abuelas say. I’ve been blessed enough to have hair that air-dries nicely and I must take advantage of that!
Watch TV in English
Sorry, but Spain is so far down the dubbing hole that sometimes it makes me want to scream! I feel like showing TV and movies in the original language with subtitles would be so beneficial to the general population, but alas, even though half (or more) of the TV programs here are from North America, everything is dubbed in Spanish. Luckily for me (and my sanity), theres a button on the remote control that lets you turn off the dubbing and listen in the original language. Some people tell me I should watch TV in Spanish to improve my language skills and to that I say “pshh, yeah right.” TV is my time to zone out and it’s just not the same when their lips are saying one thing and I’m hearing another! And the absolute worst… when you can hear the English underneath the Spanish dubbing. Talk about a mind fuck.
Leave the water on the whole time I’m in the shower
I guess I don’t know too much about the showering habits of the general population of Spain, but my boyfriend always takes a “military style” shower, where he turns off the water when he’s sudsing up, and then turns it back on again to rinse off. I think this is pretty common here because I’ve encountered a fair amount of showers that have no shower head holder on the wall, meaning you have to constantly be holding the shower head in one hand. This leads me to believe that many Spaniards take military style showers. I just cannot bring myself to turn off that flowing fountain of warm watery goodness. It was hard enough for me to strip down out of my cozy sweat pants to even get in the shower, and now you want me to turn off the water!? Yeah, no.
Get hungry at 12:00
Spanish lunchtime is between 2-3:00 and at first this was pretty hard to adjust to, since at home in the US we eat lunch around noon. I’ve definitely gotten used to the late eating schedule here (lunch at 2, dinner at 9:30) but for some reason I still get hungry at 12:00! Luckily they invented recreo, aka recess, and we get to eat a snack while the kids run wild for thirty minutes. I usually bring some fruit, and my schools are never lacking in the sweets-on-the-teacher’s-lounge-table department, so I’m good to go!
Laugh really loudly
For those of you who don’t know, I was voted to have the “most contagious laugh” in our high school senior superlatives in the year book. One of the first things people usually notice about me is my laugh, and I’ve seriously gotten not-so-serious requests to record it so that even though I’m not around when my friends hang out in the US, they can feel like I am. Well, you’ll all be happy to know that I don’t hold back in Spain either, even though I’m in a country where people never try to make their stares candid. My boyfriend has gotten embarrassed many a time, telling me to calm down, but I refuse! There are worse sounds out there than hearty contagious laughter, amiright?
So, hvae you ever lived in a new place and had to adapt? What things did you keep doing, even though they weren’t considered “normal”? I’d love to hear!