SEVILLA, España-- You know you're Spanish when: you leave the house at about 18:30, appreciating the cooler weather. I was sitting at a café chatting on Skype, enjoying the breeze and tolerable warmth, when to my surprise, I checked the temperature--100 degrees Fahrenheit! I will never again be able to complain of heat in Michigan.
Another Spanish test passed: I finally succeeded in eating pipas, sunflower seeds, the Spanish way. They don't have them shelled usually, so there's a certain trick to eating them in one swift move. Yesterday I finally conquered that talent as well.
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