You really cant compare Spain and Malaysia, its apples and oranges. I too know Spain well and from the old days in the 70s before the British (and others) invasion. I would have chosen Spain first above all if it werent for that invasion. Culturally there is nothing to compare, one cant even find a normal museum in Malaysia, let alone what I would consider quality art, music and literature. But thats not the reason people come here. Its more about a steady warm climate, great food, lower prices, ease of getting around and that its also easy to get to other asian countries.
How do I put this. After 20 years here im bored and tired of the place and want to leave and part of the reason is that the grind of asian culture and ways eventually takes a toll on a person because its increasing hard to maintain the personal adjustments one has to make to be here at all. Im a westerner, its not my home, these arent my people. Eventually, you do want to see a face, a food, a climate, a storefront, a street, a conversation, even a bureaucrat behind a counter or a road you ARE familiar with. Malaysia especially, it becomes increasingly harder to deal with, or put on a face for, each different group--indian, chinese, malay, iban, etc--as they are so different and relate to you differently, too. It becomes harder because the differences slowly grind on you and wear you out. Still, for the good things about the place, how I see the best of an enjoyable time is to use it more sparingly, meaning that you stay part of the time in Malaysia, and part of the year somewhere else. Example, if I were rich enough to split time between US, a parador in Spain and a hilltop (but city accessible) place in Malaysia that I built myself, that would be an ideal life. To me personally, Malaysia is fantastic but not with all of your effort and all of your time. And, I dont want to be here as a hermit or only knowing other westerners, there would be no point or growth.
I feel im not being clear. There is a kind of struggle to understand and get along with each unfamiliar thing and its taxing. It never gets easier. Example, Chinese New Year is coming. In my neighborhood there is a public stage that at this time of year is used by practitioners of the lion dance to practice for their coming performances. BANG BANG BANG BOOM BOOM BOOM 8-10 hours a day pounding in your head. Its a Chinese thing, get used to it. Groups of Buddhists move to the neighborhood and close off the streets for a month for 20-hour a day chanting that blares and vibrates your skull. Be kind, get used to it, year after year. Either in a shop or govt office, you are told 50 different answers to the same question. Get used to it, year after year. You look around quiet villages looking for interesting food and people glare and stare at you because you dont belong there. Get used to it, year after year. An indian greets you while you wait sitting in a doctors office and demands to know 30 extremely personal things about you while revealing nothing about themselves. Get used to it. Oh sure, it was all great fun the first 1000 times, and then? This is why being here and also having a second or third home elsewhere several months a year could work so well.