I had 30 minutes left on my lunch break — just enough time to squeeze in a new errand before I had to get back to work. I had only recently moved to Barcelona, and I really needed to get an extra key made for my new roommate.
I typed “locksmith” into Google Maps and rushed out the door. I zigzagged through the narrow streets of my neighborhood trying to find the place. I checked my watch and saw I only had 20 minutes.
I picked up my pace and finally arrived at the small shop. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and reached for the door, but it wouldn’t budge.
I peeked in through the window and saw no one. I knocked several times, and with each knock, I was becoming more frustrated, knowing I was losing precious time.
I opened Google Maps again to look up the store’s phone number and saw its hours. I was dumbfounded; the store was open from 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. and then again from 5 to 8 p.m.
I was so angry — I had wasted my lunch break and didn’t even accomplish what I set out to do.
At first, I thought Spain was making me less productive
Growing up in Los Angeles, I was used to being able to get pretty much anything done at almost any time of day. Between 24-hour supermarkets and medical offices with evening and weekend hours, everything there seemed built around convenience.
In Barcelona, though, rest seems to take priority. Many stores close during midday for a “siesta” or “nap” break, and a lot of businesses are not open on Sundays.
This new way of life meant I had to plan a lot more before trying to complete my to-do list. I couldn’t simply squeeze in errands when they were convenient for me; I had to work around the schedules of those around me.
While living in LA, my favorite time to do grocery shopping was on Sunday. I could fill up my fridge and prepare for the week ahead, but that was no longer possible in Barcelona, as many big supermarkets are closed on Sundays.
During my first year in Spain, I’d often wake up lazily on Sunday mornings and wander over to the supermarket, only to see the doors closed, and I’d be hit with a reality check time and time again.
I wasn’t living in the United States anymore, but I couldn’t seem to shake off the faster pace of living I was accustomed to back in LA. I was finding it difficult to adapt and was worried that I would become less productive because I couldn’t get things done on my time.
Soon, I realized that if I couldn’t change the schedule, I had to start adjusting to it. I started splitting errands throughout the week when I knew places would be open, instead of trying to get them done all at once.
Giving myself space between these tasks actually helped me to be less forgetful and more efficient. I had to focus on one thing at a time, which helped me be more present.
In time, I realized it was doing the opposite
Now that I’ve been in Spain for about six years, I’ve gotten used to my new routines. And, in time, I found myself feeling less annoyed by the limited hours — I’ve actually begun to enjoy them.
For one, I felt less pressure to optimize all of my free time.
My lunch breaks became about savoring my meal and actually taking a break, sometimes reading a few chapters in a book or taking a walk in the park. Sundays became about sleeping in, enjoying time with my family, taking a long walk with my dog, and preparing for the week ahead simply by just having a relaxing afternoon.
Even though it wasn’t necessarily my choice to stop doing errands whenever I pleased, it forced me to slow down. I started feeling calmer and less stressed, and surprisingly, even more productive.
I became more mindful of how I spent my time and allowed myself moments to truly rest, which gave me more energy to get things done. I still get everything on my to-do list completed; it just might take a little longer.
And before I leave my apartment, I always make sure to check the store hours just in case.
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