Siesta in Spain

The problem with flies, unlike mosquitoes, is that you never get the satisfaction of killing them. Along with the smell of piss and trash come flies. It's an adjustment required. The missing tile, the hole in the wall, the static on the radio, the store that's never open.

I'm not sure how Spain actually operates. Not so much how they operate, but how is it possible to continue existence? The setup is an economic disaster.

Let me explain. Everything is open from 10-2, siesta is from 2-6, and sometimes stores open back up, but not always. Most places are not open on the weekends. Without even considering the extraneous resources required to add 2x the commute each day, it's really quite puzzling. For example, I need to purchase the following: turpentine, paint cloth, some canvas, and charcoal. I'm in class from 10-1:30. This gives me 30 minutes to hurry the fuck up and get to the art store before it closes. It's about a 20 minute walk. I arrive just in time to watch the lights go off and the door locked.

Not that I'm addicted to convenience, but the math doesn't work out. If stores are only open when people are at work, when the hell do people actually buy the stuff they need?

On the bright side, I'm saving money. And I'm in Spain.