September 18, 2012 by ebostick1212
Within the last few days, I have noticed a definite difference between Spaniards and Americans. The willingness to walk. It may seem crazy, but in coming here, I have realized how little, we as Americans, walk. In Spain, EVERYONE walks everywhere. Whether it be a quick trip to the grocery store, or meeting up with friends, you can bet your boots that Spaniards will be going there on foot. In the States, if you are walking on the side of a road, it is commonplace for others to assume you are an a. Drug addict, b. hitchhiker, or c. Serial murderer fresh off the kill.
Here, walking doesn’t seem so out of place. The ‘calles estrechas’ or narrow streets do not accommodate vehicles very well. (Maybe you can get away with driving a smart car around, but definitely not one of those American supersized SUVs.).
As I am living with a family in La Macarena, a neighborhood on the outskirts of the old city, I start every week day off with a bracing thirty five minute walk to the language school. While I enjoy this morning walk, the afternoon walk home proves to be more difficult. It is not unusual for the temperature to rise to 100 degrees in the afternoon, and I often return to my home stay sweaty, dehydrated, and dazed.
I love being able to explore the city on foot. I think it is so much fun to meander through the crowds, eavesdropping on locals and tourists alike. It’s odd, because in Sevilla, it is completely possible and impossible to get lost. Still, who would complain about getting lost when there are so many new, interesting things to discover?