January 18, 2011 - Posted by Erin in Culture, Spain

I’ve been going in circles on this cultural dilemma for awhile (more precisely, having arguments with my lovely husband) – to pick up the cell phone or not to pick it up? In the US, if you are busy doing something, and especially if you are in a restaurant or tied up in any sort of engagement (meeting, get together, etc), you do not pick up your phone. Not only will you get booted out of restaurants (FYI, Spaniards – cell phones by and large are frowned upon, if not prohibited, in restaurants), but your friends will probably no longer be your friends if you constantly pick up other people’s calls and have conversations with everyone and their madre.

Here in Spain, the expectation is that you pick up your phone pretty much no matter what. Don’t recognize the number? Pick it up. Busy having coffee with a friend you haven’t seen in awhile? PICK IT UP. In the middle of dinner at a restaurant? For the love of jamón, PICK IT UP! Apparently, it’s seen as rude to the caller if you don’t pick up their call. But isn’t it rude to the person you’ve actually made plans with to interrupt what you’re doing in order to speak (and by speak, it often means have a full conversation) with someone you haven’t made plans with?

My modified rules for picking up the phone here are as follows: if I don’t recognize the number, there’s a good chance I won’t pick up (especially because about 90% of the time, it’s someone trying to sell me something). If I’m REALLY busy doing something (translation: class, meetings, shower, sleeping, etc), I also won’t pick up – but I promise I’ll call you back!

I’m curious what everyone thinks – what entails proper cell phone etiquette? Do I have it all wrong?? I know we end up playing phone tag a lot in the US, but at the same time, who wants to be a slave to their phone?

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November 11, 2010 - Posted by Erin in Culture, Food and wine, Madrid, Spain, Traditions

So you’re visiting Madrid, exhausted from dodging the thousands of people haphazardly wandering the streets, your ears are slightly ringing from the honking horns and booming Spanish voices, and all you want is something decent to eat in a respectable establishment. But every time you peek into one of the tons of tapas bars in Madrid, you see trash on the ground. Yes, trash. If you’ve been to Spain, then you know this is an entirely feasible scenario.

I know what you’re thinking – sure, sensory overload, exhaustion, hunger, but trash on the floors of restaurants? The pot has left you, Tortuga Viajera (a Spanish way of saying you’ve lost your mind). Now imagine if I told you those are actually the respectable establishments that you indeed want to stop at! Again, no joke – I still have my pot. Welcome to one of Spain’s very, VERY unique customs.

Madrid is filled with these tapas bars and “cafeterias,” which are basically a cross between a restaurant and a bar. They are the go-to spot for a coffee, snack, drink or basic Spanish meal. The bar usually features a selection of snacks out on display, tins of useless paper-thin napkins, and a smattering of ashtrays (not as of January 2nd when smoking in public places becomes illegal in Spain! Woohoo!!). Perched on barstools are often my favorite Spaniards, the grandpas, who are usually busy perusing a newspaper or just chatting it up with their buddies.

What you notice next is that when someone uses one of those completely ineffective napkins, they just go on and throw it on the floor. Then Gramps finishes his cigarette and drops it on the ground right below him like it’s no big deal. All right, so maybe it sounds a little gross and seems to have no justification whatsoever – but wait, it does! Because, logically, the best cafeterias should have the biggest crowds, and therefore the largest amount of trash on the ground. So this seemingly lazy Spanish tradition has just made it easier for you, the tired and hungry traveler, to find some good grub!!! Surely this is exactly the reason that the natives don’t simply just throw their dirty napkins in the garbage. Silly Spaniards, you thought you had us fooled when really you were just being thoughtful! (Ok, so maybe it’s really just an old, useless tradition, but I prefer to charm it up a bit, don’t you agree?)

So there you have it, the trash mystery is solved and now it’s possible for you to spot the best places to grab a quick drink and bite to eat in Spain (well, unless it’s right after lunch and they’ve already cleaned up, in which case, flip a coin!). I should mention, it was no small task trying to take pictures of trashy floors. You can imagine the looks I received when entering bars, only to frantically inspect their floors and then take pictures. I wish I could have gotten more, but the dirty looks (ha! Get it? Dirty!) were getting a little old.

Aside from my enthusiasm in giving you such a tip, I’m posting this blog as a part of the next Lonely Planet BlogSherpa Carnival, which will be hosted by yours truly! Tune in next week for a round up of unique customs around the world.

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