Not too long ago I had a realization.
It wasn't a profound revelation or life-changing epiphany. But it did occur to me that I missing something in my life here in Spain.
A can-opener.
I got a can of olives out of my cupboard and absentmindedly started looking for a can-opener. Then I realized I didn't own one. Mainly because I don't ever need one.
I'm not sure if it's throughout all of Europe, but all of the cans in Spain are easy-to-open. You don't need a can-opener to live. A bottle-opener and corkscrew, yes. But a can-opener. not so much. Things are pretty easy-going in Spain, including opening cans.
Like I said--opening cans. Not life-chagning. Probably not even blog-worthy. But it's just one of those quirky cultural differences that sometimes almost go unnoticed.
It wasn't a profound revelation or life-changing epiphany. But it did occur to me that I missing something in my life here in Spain.
A can-opener.
I got a can of olives out of my cupboard and absentmindedly started looking for a can-opener. Then I realized I didn't own one. Mainly because I don't ever need one.
I'm not sure if it's throughout all of Europe, but all of the cans in Spain are easy-to-open. You don't need a can-opener to live. A bottle-opener and corkscrew, yes. But a can-opener. not so much. Things are pretty easy-going in Spain, including opening cans.
Like I said--opening cans. Not life-chagning. Probably not even blog-worthy. But it's just one of those quirky cultural differences that sometimes almost go unnoticed.
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