In many coastal towns and inland villages across Spain, the signs are easy to spot. English voices drift across sun-baked plazas. Union Jacks flutter gently from shopfronts. Signs for roast dinners and Sunday quizzes stand shoulder to shoulder with the old stone walls of centuries-old buildings. It’s a picture-postcard setting, but for many expats, it’s also a subtle trap: the comfortable, familiar world of the expat bubble. This bubble isn’t malicious.
