Mañana, mañana: why the slow Spanish life isn’t lazy — it’s cultural
When I first moved to Spain, I genuinely thought my installer had passed away. Not because he was ill, but because he’d promised me three times that he’d come “mañana,” which I naively interpreted as “I’ll be there tomorrow.” Then he disappeared for four full days. No call, no message—nothing. I pictured the whole thing: grieving family, me at the doorstep with flowers. But on day five, he walked in […]
