Siesta

It's 3.30 p.m. on this Saturday. What would I be doing in Denver? I would be completely overbooked, running from a friend's house to meet another friend for coffee, and then back home to change, heading off to Mass, and then dinner afterwards. I never stop. It's the Colorado air, I guess.

But here, in Iguazú, the heat of the summer certainly slows things down for you. You have no
choice. The morning is the time to go to the pool, a light lunch is then prepared at a cool location (beer is essential to fight off the heat), and then, it's siesta time. Siesta goes from after lunch to when the sun is not so intense. Four p.m.? The house (and the dog) falls silent, everything is quiet (except for the chicharras), and I wonder how come I'm the only one awake, still connected, wired, to the Internet and the outside world.

I guess it would take a few days to get addicted again to siesta, to a slower pace of life. Anyone up to the challenge?