Fact: Getting a small fever in Spain=going straight to the Doctor

Ok so the car thing was a little something characteristic of Spain. I just found out today another trait, dramatic of coarse, of the Spanish. My roommate Cassi got a little sick today at school, she had all the normal cold symptoms. So she came home and went to bed. Pilar, mi madre, was immediately worried and asked me if I thought she would be ok. I said I was sure she just needed to sleep a little. That wasn't good enough however, so she went back to our room to talk to Cassi. She asked if Cassi had a fever. She replied that she didn't think so, but Pilar went straight to the neighbor, her friend Ana to ask for a thermometer. While they talked back and forth at a million words a minute about how to work the thermometer, Cassi and I looked at eachother kind of laughing. Then Pilar gave her the thermometer and when she went to put it in her mouth, she said no no and motioned for her to put it in her armpit! She doesn't actually have a fever, which is good. But the two ladies told me to watch her because she may need to go to the doctor. I said I think she needed sleep and a glass of water. So Pilar brought in a glass and some yogurt, of coarse. Cassi is still feeling under the weather, what we in the United States would call the beginnings to a cold. Bummer, but not knocking on death's door. I gave her some ibuprofen which she said helped a little. Pilar said that if she is not better by the morning we will take her to the doctor, he sister in law knows of a great one! Oh funny funny Spanish people.