Yeah, most cities in Spain take a nice break in the middle of the day. The times vary but most businesses are closed for at least two hours. This will dawn on you, as it did to me, stepping out onto the Spanish streets, walking around a bunch, getting hungry, then hangry, and realizing nothing is open. Nothing to do except remember to save yourself a pack of those shitty peanuts from your flight over.

What the hell does this have to do with anything? Hey man, you try and come up with a subject to blog about every goddam day and tell me how easy it is. I set out on this journey to see if I could do it, make a post every single day for 90 days and afterwards continue to keep the blog and post something more significant on a designated time of the week like Sunday morning.

On your days off, when you’re the parent of a two year old, you have your own siesta. I suppose that’s where the idea for this post cropped up. When you have a youngster in the house, you’re up early and then at the park or wherever in the morning, by the time the afternoon comes, you’re pretty wiped out. But ah! Then it’s naptime. Usually around one. Me and my beautiful missus are lucky. The little one is a good sleeper and is good for two hours. That gives us a nice little siesta on Sunday and Monday we use for relaxing and chilling out on our own.

During this time yesterday, I thought about the hustle and bustle of American life and how we could all use this sort of break not just on days off but everyday. Why not? I know, I know, it would never happen. But it just makes sense. Take some time to chill and reflect. Relax. Watch a little Curb Your Enthusiasm. Plan the rest of the day. Have some lunch. Just not do anything much at all. It’s quite nice. My workweek is packed full. Tuesday through Saturday, from being awake until I put my head down, pretty much every hour is accounted for. If I could, I would welcome even just an hour to do absolutely nothing.

It begs the question, why do we feel we have to constantly be up and moving? Is this just how we’re built? Is it me? I know plenty of restaurant workers who are fine with sleeping until noon and farting around until they have to leave for work. Is it a “rolling stone gathers no moss” sort of situation? I don’t have the answers.

Aside from bartending, this blog is also about aging. As we age, we tend to be wiser, but our bodies don’t cooperate the way they used to. I heard someone once say “We look to do less as we age and as we age we seek more comfort.” Yeah, it makes sense. But is this what makes us age more aggressively? This constant looking to do less? I don’t know. I feel pretty good and I’m always doing something. I think as long as we treat ourselves right we can go straight into the supposed old age category and still do well. That said, how many athletes are performing at the top of their game deep into their 40s and 50s? Yeah, not too many if any at all. As much as I lie to myself about getting older, I still lie to myself about getting older and the idea of a siesta is more and more tempting.