A while back I wrote about how standard Spanish beds are so small, and that it leaves me with my feet sticking out. I am a bit tall. Taller than the average Spanish person. I feel like a giant sometimes.
But it has it upsides though.
For instance on the metro in rush hour, and it’s so full you can’t move an inch, it’s quite nice to be taller than a lot of people. I feel sorry for shorter people, crammed up against a sweaty back or stinking armpits. It’s really hot here now, and the people on the metro don’t always smell like roses… At least my head is above the majority of people, and that makes it less claustrophobic.
At the supermarket, I can always reach the products at the top shelf. This might not sound like something special, but believe me. I have had little old ladies ask me several times if I can please grab them some products from the top, cause they simply can’t reach them.
When going to a concert, it’s a big advantage to be tall! After all, it’s not just about the music. I like to see who’s playing as well. And as I am so passionate about music, I love being able to see where the music is coming from, i.e. each instrument and who’s playing them. I love that I can be at the back and still see well.
Same goes when people are gathering up around a street artist. It’s great to actually see what the fuss is about!
Although there are probably more downsides to being tall here than upsides,
I am trying to focus on the good parts for now!