Though I’ve only been in Madrid for a week and a half, I’ve greatly enjoyed getting to explore the city and experience Spanish culture. I’ve learned a bit about the government thanks to Sunday’s regional elections, tried tortilla de patata, and (finally) overcome the 9-hour jet lag.
Madrid has a rather extensive Metro system, which I use each morning to get from my student residence to the school. This in and of itself was rather new to me, as my home city of Los Angeles is not exactly known for its public transportation. However, on my first morning of classes, I was made even more uncomfortable by the feeling that several people were looking me up and down as I got on. I immediately became nervous, wondering if my clothes were somehow inappropriate or I had committed some behavioral faux pas that marked me as a foreigner.
A couple days later, one of my teachers happened to mention that in Spain, it’s not really considered rude to look at strangers the way it is in the United States. When I told her about my experience on the Metro, she said that was rather normal, especially considering that I have red hair and light-colored eyes (I think I have yet to see another redhead here). Hearing that helped me a lot, and now I think the experience is a funny story, despite how insecure and out of place I felt in the moment.
Although the incident was rather uncomfortable, I think it was an interesting way to learn about a cultural difference in terms of societal norms or expectations. In the U.S., I’m used to a general understanding that you shouldn’t usually look strangers up and down (so when it does happen, there’s probably something out of the ordinary). Also, I don’t think I was expecting to stand out physically so much – it’s been a while since I’ve felt like my hair was so unusual. Using the onion metaphor of culture, I think this encounter reflects a belief or attitude from a middle layer that influences outward behavior (something I could perceive immediately). Now, I not only understand another subtle aspect of Spanish culture, but also feel more confident in my ability to handle these kinds of situations. Though I recognize how much I still have to learn, I’m realizing that experience – even when a bit uncomfortable – is sometimes the best teacher.