After having been in Málaga for a bit I find myself getting used to living abroad, and enjoying Spanish culture. The siesta is a time to relax and recharge, the bread present at every meal is motivation to exercise. There are some irksome qualities here, though. The fact that to unlock the door I must turn the key to the right is perplexing. And the nearest Starbucks is located at the airport. Green tea lattes, I will see you back in the States! Despite feeling at odds with some aspects of Spanish culture, the language and the people are enough to make me forget the subtle annoyances.
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