American in Spain

Computers store the current time as a single integer: the number of seconds since 12:00 AM on January 1, 1970, Greenwich Mean Time. From this integer value, a very complex algorithm must be applied to arrive at the current date and time for your timezone, counting leap years and all that other arbitrary stuff that our Julian calendar has evolved over the centuries. This date determination algorithm exists in all operating systems, all programming languages, and many many types of microprocessor-based hardware. So any time the rules change on how to determine the current time, ALL those algorithms have to be updated.
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We had little to no plans for Sunday, other than to head to the mall for some more lobster with our friends. Marga and I spent some time by the side of the pool, me typing away the events of the previous day on my laptop, Marga trying with all her power to part the clouds and let the sun through. Eventually we met our mates and caught two taxis to the mall. Once in the mall, a few people had errands to run, so we split up and decided to meet back at 1:30. Marga and I had no intention of buying anything, but what else is there to do at a mall but look at stuff on sale? I noticed a polo shirt that I liked and it turned out to only cost 9€, so I bought one of each color. While I was trying them on, Marga found some nice trousers that looked good on me, so I had to buy that too. As I was paying for my clothes, Marga found some nice underwear for a really low price, so I had to go and buy that too! After I signed the receipt, we got the heck out of there, so we wouldn’t spend any more money.
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We had a relaxed cloudy morning by the pool. We got up at 9:45, way later than any other morning of our honeymoon. Breakfast was crap, as usual. Marga was feeling a little ill, so lying down for a bit was good for her. We took a little walk down a street we haven’t been to yet and found some more garbage-filled poverty. For lunch, we found a secret lid covering some slices of pizza. As in school cafeterias growing up, the pizza is by far the best thing that the chefs can manage to make for a large number of people. It was way better than anything else we’ve eaten here, the previous evening excluded. At 1:15, we were waiting for the van to take us to swim with the dolphins.
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