Some stuff I've noticed about living in Spain:
Milk here doesn't have to go into the refrigerator until you open it. I'm not sure why. But there are boxes of milk in the cupboard and in the supermarket just sitting out on shelves. I don't know what they do it to prevent it from going bad, but there's pretty much always milk when I want it. Me gusta.
A tortilla here is not a Mexican tortilla. It's basically an omelet, often with potatoes in it. I had a huge argument about how the Mexican tortilla kind were still called tortillas even if they weren't considered the tortilla, and lost for about two days until the mom unwittingly bought tortillas mexicanos and I caught it her putting them back in the fridge with full proof of the name there on the bag. Ha!
Electricity is very expensive because they don't generate it within the country. They have to buy it from the French.
They have rewritten Jane Eyre into modern English because it's apparently too difficult for schoolchildren to read the older style English. It's not that I don't agree that it's more difficult, but I kind of think it loses some of the point of reading without a "most true" or "I could not unlove him now" thrown in there.
I can't talk about trying and liking any kind of food without the mom offering to try to make it for me. Regardless of what it is.
There is no logical way to quickly get across the center of Madrid via metro. You can either take three separate lines, or two separate methods of transit.
They've got some awesome phrases. Instead of sleeping like a baby, you sleep like an angel. When you're talking about your soulmate, you can say "mi media naranja" which means "my orange half."
They only eat French Toast at Easter. What a loss!
"Hmm" means yes.
They don't eat raw veggies. Or put cheese and fruit on the same plate.
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