A nap after lunch is not for everyone. But it is for me. Twenty minutes on the comfy chair will do, as the spanish inquisition dictates. I stand up like with a resort, fresh and ready. There are “scientifically proved” benefits but I don't care about those, siesta is siesta by itself, a daily middle finger up to the bastard that invented hard work for meagre wages. Spanish lunches are the main meal of the day, then the digestion. Notice we have one of the longest lifespans of all hominids on earth, longest of Europe, sixth in the world. A country for old men…
Gypsy, if the world is a stage and we all have to play a part, so… tell those nurses to be make up artists and get you ready. Maybe you can't ask for chilled wodka, caviar and 100 evian bottles in your camerino… but you can ask for the drugs! Hope you get home today, so you can celebrate twice.
Oldmaninbc, hope they come up with something, that many conditions with mobility don't add for life quality, although one gets used to virtually anything and the trick is just making the most of it. Same goes for all others, we should count our blessings on daily basis. Right after siesta.
Here, an inland beach in Asturias, called Gulpiyuri. Up to the 90’s it was almost secret, locals would kick down signs to avoid tourism, but eventually became a beauty spot and its soul was snatched by so many photos and the annoying “protection” status. I smoked there my first proper grass joint that got me truly high, in 1980, around a beach fire. That would put us all in jail today, plus a fine for the spliff.
Gypsy, if the world is a stage and we all have to play a part, so… tell those nurses to be make up artists and get you ready. Maybe you can't ask for chilled wodka, caviar and 100 evian bottles in your camerino… but you can ask for the drugs! Hope you get home today, so you can celebrate twice.
Oldmaninbc, hope they come up with something, that many conditions with mobility don't add for life quality, although one gets used to virtually anything and the trick is just making the most of it. Same goes for all others, we should count our blessings on daily basis. Right after siesta.
Here, an inland beach in Asturias, called Gulpiyuri. Up to the 90’s it was almost secret, locals would kick down signs to avoid tourism, but eventually became a beauty spot and its soul was snatched by so many photos and the annoying “protection” status. I smoked there my first proper grass joint that got me truly high, in 1980, around a beach fire. That would put us all in jail today, plus a fine for the spliff.