We have learned a lot since we came here on February 14, 2023. I was reminiscing a few days ago when I could not remember the difference between the word for ice cream and ice (helado and hielo.) I am still a very beginning Spanish speaker who knows a lot of words (muchas palabras) but speaking in more than broken phrases in present tense have yet to be mastered... LOL but I get along on smiles and a willingness to try speaking.
But recently I came across three posts that were so elucidating that I reposted them - and here they are...
I love love love this - all true and yes. It's just a part of our lives now.
Moving to Spain comes with a moment — actually, many moments — where you realise: “Oh. This is my life now.”
Here are a few classics that every expat eventually lives through:
1. Bread is no longer optional
You arrived thinking, “Bread for breakfast? Weird.”
Now you panic if there’s no toast, olive oil, tomato, or jamón before 9 a.m.
2. You stop asking when people are leaving the table
At first you thought something was wrong.
Now you know: the meal ends when the conversation does.
3. Roundabouts stop feeling chaotic… and start feeling personal
Rules exist.
But intuition, eye contact, and confidence matter more.
4. Hazard lights = temporary permission
Double blinkers on?
Congratulations, your car is now invisible and socially accepted. For a bit.
5. Dinner at 6 p.m. feels… concerning
You’ve learned that 6 is not dinner.
It’s a snack pretending to be responsible.
6. Ordering coffee becomes a personality test
You used to say “coffee.”
Now you say cortado, con leche, solo, largo, manchado, nube— and judge others quietly.
7. Closed shops stop surprising you
At first: confusion.
Now: respect.
Maybe even jealousy.
8. The beach teaches you emotional maturity
Bodies exist.
Everyone’s fine.
You move on.
9. “Mañana” stops meaning tomorrow
It means: not now.
Which honestly… feels healthier.
10. You stop trying to understand every fiesta
You just show up.
Eat.
Drink.
Enjoy.
Repeat.
At some point, Spain stops feeling “different”
and starts feeling… normal.
And that’s when you know you’re really here.
And the other one was a delineation of "bar" types - Since we moved to Spain we have learned some of the info contained in this excellent "treatise" on BARS in Spain. Someone told me - "Here, we live on the streets." And we have found that to be true. My immersion teacher said that we shouldn't expect to be invited to anyone's home "like they do in the United States" because the home is for family and extended family. So yes, the bar is a living room here and serves many purposes. The post clarifies the role of each type of establishment. I found it enlightening but it is getting "in the weeds."
If you’re new to Spain, one of the first things you notice (after the coffee confusion) is this: Why are there SO MANY bars… and why do they all mean different things?
Welcome to Spain, where “Let’s grab a drink” can mean fourteen completely different experiences depending on the sign outside.
Let’s break it down by style:
Restaurante
Serious business. Tables. Menus. Starters, mains, dessert, sobremesa. You came hungry and you’re staying a while.
Venta
Usually outside town. Roadside. Country vibes. Portions are huge, napkins are paper, food is honest, and the Manolo behind the bar knows everyone.
Taberna
Old-school. Wine, vermut, simple tapas. Probably smells like history (and garlic). Locals only. You’re doing it right if there’s nowhere to sit.
Tabanco (Andalucía, especially Jerez)
Wine from the barrel. Standing up. Flamenco might break out without warning. No one is in a hurry. Ever.
Tasca
No frills. Cheap beer. Basic food. Plastic chairs. Zero aesthetics, maximum soul.
Bar
The backbone of Spain. Coffee in the morning. Beer at noon. Wine at night. Life happens here.
Gastrobar
A bar that went to culinary school. Smaller plates, prettier presentations, higher prices… still very social.
Cafetería
Coffee, toast, pastries. Breakfast headquarters. Also acceptable at any hour because… Spain.
Chiringuito
Beach bar. Fried fish. Cold beer. Sandy feet welcome. Time disappears here.
Cervecería
Beer-focused. Often loud. Often packed. You came for “one caña” and somehow it’s midnight.
Cantina
Community vibes. Simple food. Usually attached to something (sports club, association, feria). Surprisingly good.
Rooftop
Views, cocktails, sunsets, photos. Less Manolo, more Instagram… but we’ll allow it.
Pub
Late night. Music. Guinness exists. You’ll hear three languages at once.
Now here’s the fun fact that explains everything:
Spain has roughly one bar for every 170–180 people.
Yes. Really.
Bars here are not just places to drink.
They’re living rooms.
Offices.
Therapy sessions.
Social hubs.
Daily rituals.
They’re where Manolo knows your order, your kids, your problems, and exactly when to pour another one without asking.
And here are some more things everyone should know - LOL
Spain is a country full of warmth, chaos, laughter…
and unwritten rules so deeply ingrained that nobody even notices they’re following them — until a foreigner asks “…but why?”
So here it is.
The ultimate list of Spanish Unwritten Rules — the cultural software downloaded into every Spaniard at birth.
1. Lunch time is sacred. Non-negotiable.
At 2 PM, you are hungry.
Doesn’t matter if you ate at noon.
Doesn’t matter if you’re not hungry.
The clock hits 14:00 → your stomach obeys.
2. Food has seasons, and breaking them is heresy.
Summer = gazpacho, salmorejo, sardinas
Winter = lentejas, cocido, caldo
December = polvorones, turrón
January 6 = Roscón (ONLY roscón)
November 1 = Huesos de Santo
Ask for lentejas in August and watch a Spaniard short-circuit.
3. Paella is eaten at lunchtime. Preferably Sunday.
Paella for dinner?
Psychologically impossible.
Against natural law.
4. Roundabouts: the outer lane is your forever home.
Logic says no.
Spain says yes.
Driving school says:
“If you’re in the outer lane, it’s never your fault.”
And that’s all it took.
5. Breakfast ends at 11 AM. After that, toast becomes illegal.
Try ordering toast at 11:05.
Watch the waiter look at you like you just confessed a crime.
6. Everyone drinks anís at Christmas. Nobody likes it.
We don’t drink it for the taste.
We drink it because it’s tradition and peer pressure in liquid form.
7. Polvorón Protocol:
You MUST:
• punch it
• squeeze it
• punch it again
• make it into a ball
• THEN eat it
If you try to eat it straight from the wrapper, that’s on you.
Enjoy choking on Christmas dust.
8. Beach Season Is a Mindset — NOT a temperature.
29°C in April?
Not beach season.
19°C in September?
Beach season is over anyway.
Perfect beach day ≠ beach season.
9. Greetings escalate quickly.
Someone you met 3 minutes ago?
Dos besos.
Someone’s aunt’s cousin?
Also dos besos.
Delivery guy?
Depends on the region. Stay ready.
10. If someone invites you for coffee, cancel your afternoon plans.
“Un café rápido” = 90 minutes minimum.
Three coffees and two pieces of gossip later → THAT is a quick one.
11. Never swimm right after eating. IT’S DANGEROUS.
Grandma says so.
Science doesn’t matter.
12. 21°C is cold if it happens indoors.
Spanish houses in winter are colder than outside.
Scarves, blankets, gloves, and inner suffering required.
So on we go- we are back in Sevilla and have the trainer three times this week due to ten days on vacation... back to IRL... LOL