The Importance of Siesta

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After about a week in spain, it's almost inevitable that you will develop semi-reverse sleeping patterns. If you sleep in a bit too long, you will finally venture outside at maybe 1:30 or 2pm to find that everything is closed! On discovering that nothing reopens until 5pm, you decide to may as well go and recline on the terrace with a beer until it does. And that's the point of no return.

For the rest of the evening you are in a cheerful 'up for anything' mood and as soon as someone suggests going to see some Flamenco or popping out for a bit of Tapas at 11pm, you accept graciously and don't check your watch again til' 3!

This has been happening to me every night for the past week, and (not that I'm complaining!) wake-up time has gradually moved from 9am (quite a reasonable sleep in!) to about 12 or 1pm (just a blatant abuse of the concept of 'sleep in'!)

I figured that this is the main reason the Spanish invented the Siesta, and if I lived here I'm sure I would embrace the idea! I am, however only here for one more day... so sleep can wait!

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Photos

Barra del Flamenco
Went to a cool flamenco bar with a cavernous vibe last night

Siesta O'Clock
Houses of Granada from our rooftop terrace.

El Víno
I like what it does to my eye :P

Sunset over Granada
also from our rooftop verandah

Late Night Ukulele
On one of our dark alley missions in the wee-earlies. (It appears the camera had trouble functioning because it was so COLD!!!)

A more lucid shot
Show me the way to the next Tapas Bar! Oh don't ask why!

Owen con Çerveza
The Crazy Welshman. Possibly the ODDEST character I have met so far. Friendly chap, but almost impossible to understand what he's saying!

Owen
a strange strange man

Off with the Fairies
...as usual

What the hell kind of smile is this!?
I just had to put this photo up! I look about 12!!!

Belgian Dude
Looking ¡Muy Serio! He taught me some cool drumming things involving tables!

My Perth friend!
Tal is beautiful

Jamming on the Stairs
Had a Flamenco jam every couple of nights with the 'chef-in-residence' and a one-handed drummer. (Def Leppard style. He was really good!)

Cruddy Ukulele
Mal (or 'Malo' as I've renamed him: means 'bad' in Español!) was crapping out on me, so I turned him into a drum...

Sierra Nevada
Sunset from our roof again with the glowing snow-capped mountains in the background

Comments

[Struth]

You're a very beardy 12 year old, laddie. Where is Lila??? When are you reuniting with her???? Dad wants to know how she's doing. We're gonna start on the cuatro soon! Thinking of naming it Charlie... if it's ok with dad, I'm not sure if it's gonna be his or mine yet!

[Struth]

That second comment was from me mum in case for some strange reason you didn't get that :p

[yermum]

well you look like your ready to give up all this siesta time and go freeze yer ass off again in england. better take some oxygen with you as the oil explosion has munted yhe atmosphere up there. good health to ya asta la vista baby xxxxx