Shitting in the Dark

You always notice the little things when you travelling. Instead of thinking about how historical or beautiful Barcelona is I often find myself occupied with more basic questions. Like why does my hostel have automatic lights in the bathroom that turn off in 30 seconds leaving the occupant to finish his or her buisness in the dark or streach and contort ones body in order to reach the light for another 30 seconds? Or why is it that I can buy a bottle of wine for 51 cents at the store while it costs €2.50 for a can of refried beans, is it really that hard to refry beans? Where is the Mexican food anyway? The Spanish took nearly everthing from the new world but forgot the most important thing, the tortilla. And I really don't get why stores close at lunch. It seems to me that it would be more of a pain in the ass to close the store, go home, eat lunch and come back and open the store again, when I go home I'm staying there and sure as shit not going back work. Take a 30 minute break, eat your ramen and get your ass back to work. The lunch closings are extremely inconvenient for those who wake up in the afternoon. I understand and appreciate other cultures. Learning about other cultures and seeing life from a different point of view is one of the best parts of traveling but sometimes the stupid american that lives inside of all of us comes out and says "what the fuck?"