Before I moved to Spain, I’d heard a lot about the macho society here. About how men rule the roost and the home. I had been told so much about this, that I was a little worried about how I’d fit into society here.
As it turns out, I had nothing to worry about!
On the surface of things, it would appear that the doubters were right. You certainly do not see women in the bars very often, except with their families at fiesta time. But take a closer look, and you realize that this is not true for younger women. And it’s mostly only true in the villages, not on the coast. Older women in the villages are probably more traditional, and spend a lot of time in the home. But if their husbands spend too long in the bar? They walk right in and haul them out! It’s a scary sight.
Speaking of scary, the women here can cut down a man with a glance. There is no need to say anything, one fiery glance will tear the heart right out of your chest! They are amazingly honest, too. Have a medical problem? They want to know what it is. Don’t have kids? They want to know why. They expect you to be just as honest in return.
And I’ve never lived anywhere where the women are so clean. They not only clean their house, they sweep and mop the road in front of their house. This means that the streets are always clean – if you don’t follow the unwritten rule, you are soon chided to get out there and mop that road!
But their stern nature aside, they are incredibly warm and caring. When talking, they want to touch your arm. And if you are suddenly widowed, all the women gather round to make sure you are staying busy. They include you in activities and their family life until they are sure you are OK.
I kind of like that.