Before I arrived in Spain, I was always of the opinion that the siesta was an outdated myth and simply a joke about Spain’s relaxed culture. When we had our first meeting in the fall, the students who had lived in Spain last year talked about it, but I still didn’t believe them.
However, after lunch on my first day with my host family, they shooed me to my room to have a siesta. I got to my room, looked at my bed, and just shook my head. “This is really a thing?” I thought to myself. Apparently, the answer is yes.
The even weirder thing about the siesta is when you leave your house at this time. Everything. Is. Closed. All the stores have closed signs hung up and it suddenly feels like you’ve entered a ghost town. If you were planning on doing a quick errand, or you forgot something, you might as well call it a day and take a siesta; after all, everyone else is doing it.
While I don’t normally use the hour after lunch for a siesta, I can't deny that it's occasionally come in handy. It’s more of a time to relax than necessarily nap, but regardless of what it is, the siesta lives on nonetheless.