So Sweet it is to be without Worries

So Spain is fantastic. Plain and simple. My travels have been slow and steady, yet exciting and intriguing. In general, however, Spain is quite similar to most of Western Europe. Although the culture shifts from spot to spot, general trends underlie and emphasize its wonders. The food isn´t that fantastic, although everyone thinks its wonderful because they love the concept of tapas. For those who don´t know, all that means is that they give you a small portion of something, usually something far from fantastic. My first experience with tapas was watching the Barca game in a bar, ordering a hambuergeusa tapas, and receiving a bun fit for a half pounder filled with a burger that couldn´t stuff a White Castle box. Quite disappointing, although it wasn´t horrific. So the food is slightly inferior to most of Europe´s, save the Czechs, but the culture more than makes up for it.
In American night clubs, there is often free entrance before 11. In Spain, I have seen time and time again free entrance before 2, discounted drinks before 330, and regular entrance after that. People go out until 7 or even 9 on weekends, nap, pretend to work (Im still confused about this part), take their siesta, and then have a 9pm dinner. Its intense and relaxing, a traditionally conflicting pair which has made me love Spain even more.
The ability to have no set plans, the luxury to not know or care what comes next, makes me extremely jealous of Ari and Sam for having an extra 3 months of said paradise. We literally decided on a Friday evening to fly to Malaga instead of Seville, then learned of Dana Bernstein`s whereabouts in Granada. So what came next? We postponed our departure to Morocco (that morning) and headed off to the small town with a mandatory Tapas law.
[By mandatory law, I mean that whenever you order any drink at a bar or restaurant, they must offer to serve you tapas, even though you are permitted to turn them down.]
I think the only place I like more than Spain, in general, is the more specific Southern Spain. Life is even more relaxed, both for us travellers without an agenda and for them locals who pretend to work, and more enjoyable it appears. Granted that inflation is almost 13%, but they all enjoy how they go about their days, slowly, lazily, patiently, and most importantly, happily.
So time runs slowly, but simultaneously, it speeds through our days here. Our only plan was that we just purchased tickets to Paradise... literally. Jan27 we will arrive in the Canary Islands, and for anyone who doesn´t know where or what they are, check out wikipedia (even you Uncle Gary) and learn about Heaven on Earth. As far as other decisions go, I haven´t really made any, which is a small issue for post-April life. And by issue, all I mean is time that needs to be spent best, and with too many options, I have to put my finger down on any one thing. If you want to let me procrastinate even more, just distract me with another suggestion because it will be an idea in my head before you know it.