Spain and weed is weird.
I can tell you a related anecdote right away
I was actually planning NOT to smoke any this time. Before, I had been so fascinated at how affordable weed/hash is in Spain, and the high quality of it at that (being first stop from Morocco, where they make it)
The reason was that I didn't want to risk any drug-smell from my clothes, as I passed through more train-toll-borders, as I planned on visiting Portugal briefly as well
HOWEVER
At a bar, having a beer with my (younger) uncle, a bunch of his ghetto friends came by, sat down, and suddenly our table was brimming with beers. Out of habit my uncle tells me that that guy (totally black smiler "=D") has weed, and I'm all "HMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"
Try to find someone else going "HMMM" to the question of buying weed or not :'D People usually know exactly yes OR no
I decided to buy for 20 euros, I figured it would be ABOUT 2 grams - hash - used sparingly, half a week or so.
Little did I know, he wanted to impress both me and my uncle, by being superkewl, and gave me a big bag of pot. 4-5 grams. That's like... a bag the size of your hand (pot is very poofy) and it STUNK (deliciously, but still, it reeked!!!)
Immediately I begun to panic, where the hell do I hide this thing!? I can't even keep it near my clothes, or my bag, or anything
I ended up hiding the bag - inside a candy bag - rolled up and squashed underneath the air conditioning cooler tank on the balcony...
One single joint would knock me out for a night at the time, each one tasting like I was smoking salad dipped in sugar... took me 2 weeks to finish
The one time I actually want "just a little!!!" I get opposite-to-ripped-off and given a whole bag