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Last update on July 28, 2020

One of the reasons that Spain is such an attractive choice for expats and tourists is definitely the pleasant weather throughout the year. Here’s a guide to the climate and seasons in Spain.

I recently visited the States for a late summer holiday. Upon my return, the weather had cooled off slightly here in Madrid — from the early-September temperature of around 33 degrees Celsius (91degrees Fahrenheit) to around 27 degrees Celsius.

Still warm and sunny!  But in Spanish weather terms, we’ve suddenly gone from Jamaica to Siberia.

As I walked through the airport last week, I saw the first signs: Closed-toed shoes, jackets, scarves, proclamations of “Hace fresquito, ¿eh?”

When I turned onto my street, sweating as I dragged my suitcase behind me, I saw it – the true sign that autumn and/or the apocalypse is nigh – a woman wearing a fur coat.

In mid-September. In Madrid.

I have learned over the years that Spanish clothing is not dictated by the temperature, but by the calendar. If there is an unseasonably hot day in March? Doesn’t matter. Keep that coat buttoned. It’s a fluke. It’s not spring yet.

There’s even the Spanish saying: “Hasta el cuarenta de mayo no te quites el sayo.” (Loosely translated as “Don’t take your heavy coat off until the 40th of May.”)

This little refrain refers to the ‘unpredictability’ of Spain’s weather, which just goes to show that it’s all relative. Right now the Brits and Americans are saying: “What unpredictability? It’s hot and sunny from April through October! It’s one of the reasons we live here!”

(And yes, I know Madrid is cooler in the autumn and winter than the coast, but I come from western Pennsylvania. We know cold. I once told my Spanish flatmates about the many fun ‘snow days’ I had as a child, when school was cancelled due to a blizzard and us kids spent the day sled riding. They laughed and said that they thought such things only happened on ‘Los Simpson’, not in real life.)

Just last March, a friend and I saw the by-the-calendar clothing phenomenon in action as we walked through Plaza Santa Ana, where a few tables had been set out in the early spring sunshine. It was the epitome of stereotypes: four Englishmen were seated at a table — obviously on holiday — dressed in t-shirts, flip-flops and sunglasses, sipping their cold beers. Seated next to them? Three elderly Spanish women, each in a fluffy fur coat and thick tights and sipping a café con leche.

In some Spanish apartment buildings, the heating is controlled by one main unit rather than in each individual flat. And often the Powers That Be do not turn on the heat until 1 November as a matter of principle. It doesn’t matter if the end of October is suddenly frigid – throw an extra duvet on the bed and wait it out.

As much as I may giggle at the fur coats in the blazing sun, I learned on my recent holiday in the States that I’M BECOMING ONE OF THEM.