Sleeping like a Spaniard
From the moment I moved to Spain, I was fascinated by how late everything starts here. Evenings don’t really begin until after ten. Kids still playing on the terrace at eleven. And TV shows that kick off around the time I used to be brushing my teeth back in the Netherlands. At first, I thought: “What a mess.” But now I see it differently. Spaniards may have their own rhythm […]
