Top 7 Signs You’ve Integrated in Spain

Ok, I'm not quite there yet, and frankly..... I'm good where I am. So.... I integrated in 1, 5, and 7 only (highlighted in purple).

An advanced crash course in Spanish culture.

You’ve worked so hard learning to speak Spanish and you love living here in Spain, but how can you tell whether you’ve truly integrated into Spanish society? Integration is tricky business after all. Here are 7 unequivocal signs that you’ve done it:

1. You think that a whole ham with a hoof is a good Christmas gift and the Museo del Jamón is one of your favorite restaurants. And it’s not just because you like Spanish ham; actually, it’s a matter of truly being able to appreciate the jamón. With the passion of a wine connoisseur you can expound on the best ham varieties Spain has to offer, arguing over serranos and ibéricos with the best of ‘em. Heck, you might even know the correct way to slice a bone-in jamón.
2. You’re more religious about your soccer than your actual religion. With Carnaval-like excitement you anticipate the Liga de Campeones, Liga española, Copa del Rey, Copa de la Liga, and the Supercopa de Europa more carefully than saint days. You wear your favorite team’s flag like a superhero cape or drape the official team color-emblazoned, embroidered scarf around your shoulders as if it were a priestly vestment.
3. You spend the run-up to Christmas clutching lottery tickets. You and everyone else you know make a ritual of getting a décimo or two, like eating almond soup, fish, and turrón on Christmas Eve or stuffing 12 grapes into your mouth at the 12 chimes of the clock on New Year’s Eve. You don’t really expect to win the Sorteo de la Lotería de Navidad and make off with millions, but you’ve found that beyond delusion that’s not really the point.
4. Your 10 closest friends are Spanish. You do everything as a group and couldn’t imagine it any other way. Bar hopping, tapas crawls, holidays, weddings, children’s playdates, you name it. It’s like you grew up together, as your Spanish friends in the group probably did.
5. You enjoy opening your hand-held fan with two fingers and snapping it shut with a flick of your wrist. You don’t bother leaving the house in summer without your brightly-colored abanico, for women (and some fashion-forward men. Men’s fans are slightly smaller than women’s). Highly practical in urban subways, on hot beaches, at restaurants and cafes, on streetcorners, and everywhere else, you don’t remember what you did in the summer before Spanish fans came into your life.
6. You have a pueblo. Even if you were born and raised in a decidedly city environment like New York City, Sydney, or London, same as a Spaniard you still have a pueblo and refer to it as such. You don’t actually go home to visit like an expat anymore; you retreat into the arms of your pueblo, like a Spaniard. (Most urban Spaniards are only a couple generations from their rural roots, so the idea of having a pueblo and going back for an occasional weekend or for holidays is very common. Your pueblo would be the place you grew up or where your family ties are strongest.)
7. You drink your coffee with milk and your beer with lemon soda. Breakfast wouldn’t be breakfast without a café con leche and summer wouldn’t be summer without sipping a clara con limón at a terraza on a long, hot night.

One word: Jameson. Ummmm. Plus, only 13.99Euro a bottle, a warm calm feeling, and no hangover.

Dang. I really should pay more attention to the news. I don't turn on the TV much anymore. The English language sites suck; and the free newspapers aren't handed out at my stop (and unless it's on the chair next to me, I ain't diggin in the trash - like some.

However, I did watch the news this morning. I knew there was a trucker's strike. After all, diesel is more than $7 a gallon!!! ($4 in the US). Still, it all seemed to be in Catalonia. Shops running low on food? Ya, in smaller cities, like Zaragoza, although saw an article about Madrid shops, but gathered from the headline that there was no crisis. But now that I think about it.....

Popped into the supermarket last night (Monday), late, after 9pm. It's usually empty by then, but not last night. I thought it was weird. Still, I bought only scotch, cheese, and chicken.

Only today, as we sat on the bus at Plaza Castilla for 20 min, when we should've been heading for the highway......

So..... stock up on food? Na... I'm not into panic buying. Plus, if food runs out, then boom, the start of my much needed diet.