Being White in Spain

My roommate, Kelly, is awesome. She´s an Ames-Higher now majoring in Biology and if you ask her why she´s here, she probably won´t give you a convincing answer but it´s a sweet deal for me because I get to listen to her speak Spanish

Since her name is Kelly and she´s a blonde, my host family immediately assumes her the quintessential all-American. On our second day, at the dinner table, Luis (nuestro papa) noticed her bare wrist and said: It must not be a custom to wear watches in America, huh?
Kelly: No...well...err
Luis: Why don´t they wear them? In Spain everyone wears them.
Kelly: Well, I have a cell phone that tells the time and there are a lot of easily visible clocks in the States that the public can consult.
Luis: Here too, but we still wear watches.
And so it went--this exploration into the American psyche through Kelly´s strange habits. Come se dice " Kelly is just a weirdo" en Espanol?

Yesterday, after an afternoon at the beach, I came back with my skin a little tanner and she with freckles all over her face and arms. Pones la crema? our mother asked. Kelly triumphantly produced the bottle of SPF 45 from her knapsack and Corin smiled in relief. At dinner last night, Luis, the purveyor of tactless questions, asks:

"Why are Iowans so white?"