Spaniards.

To begin with I should explian you something. I was in Cataluña, autonomous region of Spain, where people speak their own language, have their own cuisin and traditions and they dream to separate with the Kingdom of Spain to be absolutely independant. Not all of them, but many. So they often get offended when someone calls them Spaniards, but...they forgive foreiners as it's really hard to be aware of the political affairs withing that country. So...My dear Catalan friends, forgive me, but I will call you Spaniards to make it easier for the readers. Anyway in all the regions of Spain people have much in common. So about that nation.

Whenever someone looks at you and meets your eyes he greets you, no matter if he sees you for the first time in his life or he knows you well. They are very patient and hospitable, and it's not always because for the natives "tourists = $", not like that. When you ask someone in the street to show you the way to...let's say cafeteria,  that person will keep explaining you until he is sure you got it. If you don't, he can take you  by the hand and literally "bring you" to the place you need, no matter where this person was going to before you met him.

In everyday's life you may experience long conversations with complete strangers in the street, on your way to the market or whereever. Someone just greets you, you answer, then he picks up any topic and starts speaking and questioning you. After half an hour you part saying "adios", but having no idea about the name of that stranger or his job. The topics can be very different - from politics to sex, almost no forbidden thems...well...maybe corrida is a rather controvertial issue and the times of WW2, they don't like discussing that, as I've noticed, but all the rest is allowed.

Spaniards have the blood of latinos, so they can't keep their feelings inside, if they feel something - they will say it or express it in any form. I can give you a good example. One evening we were going to the show of flamenco in an old ascienda. According to the tradition of Russian women we put on even dresses, rather elegant ones. We went to the street and the first man who saw us stopped and said with accent "horosho!". We laughed. Then we came to the bus station to wait for the excustion bus. On the crossroad while the trafic light was red, a man on a passenger sit  of a truck wheeled down the window and with a charming smile blew a kiss to me. That was really pleasant. All this happened in first 5 minutes in the street. Hopefully? our bus arrived and I didn't have the chance to break someone's heart.