In Spain, time feels different—not slower, exactly, but more spacious. One moment that captures this feeling is merienda, a light meal between lunch and the late Spanish dinner—often called a “second breakfast.” It might include something sweet or savory, along with a simple drink. But what makes it special isn’t the food. It’s the pause.

It’s not quite like afternoon tea. Afternoon tea is often a short break before heading back to work. Merienda, on the other hand, comes after the day’s tasks are mostly done. There’s no rush, no countdown. It’s a time to sit, talk, enjoy something small, and simply be.

Another part of this rhythm is the presence of fiestas—festivals. What surprised me most is not how festive they are, but how frequent. Every city, town, or neighborhood seems to have its own. On a short weekend trip to Segovia, I unknowingly arrived during Luna de Tarde, a summer celebration with music and dancing in the streets. The next evening, I stumbled into another performance under the Roman aqueduct. Two nights, two festivals, without even looking for them.

Merienda and fiesta—one relaxed, one exuberant—both show how people here make time not just for doing, but for living. It’s not escape from life.

It is life.