My senora frequently tells me how cold it is and that I should bundle up. When she first mentioned that it was 9 degrees outside, I shuddered and threw on a scarf and gloves. I then stepped outside and realized that it was a balmy 48 degrees in January!
I recently joined a nearby gym (Avanti Sport Center, Madrid) and went for my first workout. When I picked up the weight labeled "15," I was a little shocked at how weak I had become... until I realized that the weights are all measured in kilograms!
And the cars on the highway seemed to be going pretty slow for the 100 "mph" speed limit...
Time is another unit of measurement that's slightly adjusted here in Spain. The most notable differences are that the time is measured in "military" time (13:00 = 1:00 pm) and meals are slightly later in the day (lunch at 2:30 pm, dinner after 9 pm).
The clock also ticks a little slower here, however I've quickly become accustomed to "Spanish time." It seems as though Spaniards are always late, and there is reason no rush. Cashiers and camareros (waiters) take their time conversing, and professors are in no hurry to start class. Most of my professors (and my spinning instructor!) show up about 15 minutes late to class. But, that's something I'm willing to accept considering I continuously underestimate the amount of time that it takes to get from Point A to Point B on the Metro!
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